Satin Equinox Manus

Vulvic flowers
Vanishing,
Little cheep golden cicada
Leaves it's shell
itself behind
Inspiration in these
Unnoticed until crumble

Perfect glassless moonbeams
Clang their way thru equinox
And the opaline edges of winter
Cusp

There's a foul fecal cling in the air
The Nazi smell of
Projectile weapon contryfellow
Invading peaceful congregation
Where?
Why only the site of
Pure tolkienic zealand
And I feel
Gentle satin creeping spine wise
Terror

I often don't get these big people
Making Bable out of words
Their towers with rectangular glass
What are they doing with all those emails?
Bits of paper?
Gremlining around
Besuitedly waiting for judgement

I long to be flushed with apples
Newton's apple
Adam's apple
I really don't mind
As it's gift from Eve either way
I just want that sinful taste

But not the sin
Like the sin in Manus
Oh no, anything but that

The Pillar

:

Grief is a stone,
Buried in your most inner core,
Grief is an ember,
From a flame of many years of love,
Grief is the unshakeable pillar,
That gives me certainty,
Of my humanity.

I call failure breakfast,
And wait for the delight,
In my stumbles,
Glory is technicolor,
A glowing spectrum of all things,
In the bitter taste of loss.

The light fantastic,
Sharp and affirming.

Persist

Persist,
For no reason.
Persist,
And give.
Persist,
Because you're here now
Persist,
And don't tell me
Persistence
Has earned you nothing.

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We are what we see
And speak what is spoken to
Eyes are always eyes
And ears are always ears
And they will hear
And they will see
And the seeing
And the hearing
Will become those who do

Have revenge
On your old self
Be more
Than before
Measure
Not by others

Kindness in a box

KINDNESS IN A BOX
When the tines are struck
There is forgiveness
Let its song lull and calm
Tones to act
As soothe
As balm
Allow your furrowed worry
Cease
And you will know
Kalimba peace