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--Arousal is Trauma

--does the intent make the event at least tied to meaning?

--surreal and dangerous, the amorphous future that you will unquestionably crowd with pillows and quilts is waiting..

--Don't fall
hay and feathers itch…

--which is more easily explicated as being part of the fluid present, where is the mud…

--accidental is a kind of absolution in the absence of god

--rivals do not seek the same gardens, but may nevertheless share the same views

--and if one, for example, found oneself (conscious for the first time) they would be and should be overwhelmed with an affable intelligence, a raw honesty and a faith in humanity…there are such things

--and do i feel that perhaps the facile certainty that both great nephews will be straight is the same sort of othering that haunts our interactions

--beyond days or weeks of neighborhood friendships, churches, childhood through and unto years and decades to reach the lonely bed of a deadman deep in the blue suspension that understand our aching to pass

--meanwhile there is another pensive quarter that I would cross before I could call this something new, I know now the sustenance in silence, the pleasure in waiting…

--there is of course those who cannot and will not be capable, that would prefer a land, a life made for the narrowing of both experience and desire