24 October, 2013
Hanging, waiting, thinking Flecks of brown, sinking Floating, from freckled arms Blue sky, speaking psalms Sun lovers, faces seeking Scent, croissants, crispy bun A book, first turned, now nearly done Dried nero stain, in forgotten mug Time, trickling, fading, smug Waiting, for the end, for the tears A night, like any other A day, like any other A day, end or start, life another Twelve weeks, perhaps or gone Question, to be or be done
The Dot Small, and insignificant Ready, to wait, in the right place Hanging, somewhere, somewhere safe The Dot Showing nothing, black Ready, to grow, to infuse Changing, the world, people, values The Dot Like the dot that bore the universe Ready, to explode into life, into energy Creating, joy, purpose, love The Dot Spirit infused, love infused Ready, to bring people together Bonding, a mission, to grow love The Dot A bond Ready, to empower, the future From two people in love
(The Missing) subtle creatures, without face sparked with life, from spirit fed assemblaged to live to set foot, another world filaments of hope, destroyed by necessity or fate unfinished form function loss or tech trashed no slide, to light no entry, to mortality no shock, to breath no life, to live, as to live no feeling, the grass under the toes no warming, the sun on the skin no loving, the spirit of a third no channelling, the energy for their world
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