Here I am in my ocean again. You pushed me or I threw myself in at the sight of you, at the quake of you running through my boards. A sunny day and a light breeze dancing upon the waves enchant me and make it hard to see — well, them or your eyes. I don’t mind loosing ground; I wade or fathom, now: your ocean or mine? I invite you in. Either I would hold my breath to explore your depths or would you provide some oxygen?
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Holy brothers, you escort your sandcastles’ beauty and gracefully cast it into the river. I imagine relinquishing likewise: why is it a crummy kingdom I uphold?
Tyrant
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The night wind rushes through dying embers; they burn just the same.
Crinkle
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I ate honey Os until a voice bade me attend to something. I returned to deliciously soggy Os; I wait for such soggy deliciousness to recur.
Soggy Os
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Exposed to the numinous the hero ventures forth steeped in life to return a warrior with the pearl exposed to the numinous
Polish
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Sit! Ah, martinette: For your whip–smart crack–of–the–heels: Well done. Here’s a pet. And, Black, you hussy: with your delinquent, rebellious, impertinent leer for a pet without praise: Very well.
Animal Lover
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I’m in a parking garage. I’m renting three cars at the same time and use one key for all three of them… because they are the same make. It’s important I have three going at the same time in order to accomplish something.
I’m on a ramp facing traffic. There is a police officer checking the speed of the cars as they pass. I turn the key. My car battery is dead. The police officer starts to drive over to give me a jump. I start ignition again. The car starts. It’s important I keep going to avoid having to accept a jump.
Without checking traffic (and right in front of the policeman) I go onto the street. My seat is schwounced up and my face is almost pressed against the window shield. I can barely move to steer. This is embarrassing just in front of the cop and even worse if I get into an accident.
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Only when we are grown up do we understand our innocence is as beautiful as our savvy; we leave that part out.
PG
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Pa, I know the stubble of your beard. You kissed me goodnight after you missed dinner, working late. I take that stubble to my grave. I tell God about your stubble. Those nights you let me shine the light for you under the car I have absorbed all of that light. I am full of that light. When you hinted I might be another Einstein I am an Einstein so as to fulfill your pride of me. Your insight that I need no other guidance but my own I turn this straw into gold. Pa, perhaps this story is incomplete It is enough. Thank you, Dave
Rumpelstiltskin
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Hard to explain this blubbering ’mid forest woods near silvery stream tugged along by black and blonde dogs hunting twixt moonbeams
Outburst in Emptiness
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