We Have No Choice But To Comply.
Let my palate adjust / To the heat / And the sweet,
Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.
All I ever do is run. So how do I step in… Step into the sun?
Always with you it cannot be done.
the breath so long withheld
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I’m finding Self as self Itself gets lost
When asked for a Hero of mine as a kid / My mind generally filled with a blank
I am in stasis. lying, substanceless
in the furrow of my brow.
I had to shed and escape a deeply entrenched belief (and lie) that I was only worthy of love because of my value to others.
You’re holding your breath again, Daddy.
when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
joy and grief often reside in neighboring rooms
joy and grief collide
I, too, have heard the call and understand.
only the long trip finds warm light
can one night do?
Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.