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One,
Become Many,
Involving Our History:
The Truly Unexplainable Mystery:
Loose Lips Whispering Forever Tales:
Mirthful Intimacy Between Two Unmet Strangers:
Singing, Dancing, Laughing, Echoing Softly:
The Honestly Hearty Rhythm:
Our Pittering Love,
For All,
One:
Talent speaks a language all its own:
a tremendous silence filled with ease.

I do not mind having to make noise,
clattering along marble shards,
a dithersome chaos,
striding,
striving,
just the same.
This isn't to take anything from those who are gifted. Not from their persons or efforts. Merely to articulate my contented nature.
The sun rhymes with fun, a star in the sky, showering houses and cities, and not quite green limes.

"I follow the moon, and dance rather fine."

"From east to west, for hours at a time."

"Click clack goes the clock, and along go my feet."

"Booted with clouds, I skip towards dark sleep."

"But first come the colours," blue, red, and gold.

"Orange and yellow, and purple most bold."

"I invite you to follow, from beginning to end."

"You with your smile, me as your friend."
Another children's story.
Annie's new house had a basement.

It was dark and small, and smelled just like Fall.

Like oak trees and orange juice, and the warmth of her Ma.

The stairs were wood, old and unsteady.

The walls were stone, and hard like school testing.

Empty and quiet, there was no dust.

No whales, or rabbits, not even a skunk.

Still, Annie liked the basement, so it liked her back.

Though it was dark, and felt a great lack.

'How to have fun,' the basement did wonder.

Annie then laughed, sounding lots like big thunder.

"We just have to try," and so they both did.

Down in the dark, in their space small but big.

They imagined a kingdom, and robots from Mars.

They flew through the sky, and drove massive cars.

They wrote several books, and learned how to cook…

They talked with Ma, and gave her a look.

There was laughter and smiles, and just a few tears.

They said goodbye, and let go of their fears.
This is a children's story I wrote some time ago. There are no illustrations, but I like to think each line is easily imagined.
Thereupon a bed of grass, 'neath boughs most great and grand,
Fia of the Garish Blade made her final stand.

A pox upon the world was she, a pox upon our souls!
A river of young blood she drank, a river gold she stole.

And wonder did the merry kings, to whom she made her threats;
a birthless month did she gift, a mother's babe she rent!

"I am Lord of Violence, Queen of Sin and Sand!
From the Desert did I come, from there will I stand!"

~ X ~

Such were her lies, such were her thoughts!
Such were the ways of a woman unwrought!

Unwrought by what, a man might well ask?
Unwrought by death, and the killing of her task:

For friends did she have; four friends was their number.
Younglings were they, quite fond of their slumber;

green of skin, of fang and claw;
goblins who danced, unbound by law.

"My friends are these most uncommon folk;
touch not their hides, lest I bring fire and rope!"

Thus the Desert did howl, the Desert did thunder!
In the quiet of night, green tides made first lumber;

and more indeed: like cloth and jewel,
textiles and burns, and languages too.
The universe cares most deeply
for us,
for you,
and them.

Look into a mirror,
see as much;
in your reflection,
feeling.
Upon the Pale Blue Dot, the lot of us are - to the best of my knowledge - conscious of our being, and truthfully so. Each of us - thinking, dynamic creatures - is, by scales many, a microcosm of the universe. Thus, to love Man - Agape - is to be the universe loving itself. To be loved by another, whether they be friend or family, is similarly so.

To live as oneself? To choose breath over nihility? No small things are they. Indeed, these too are acts of love. Or so I think.
One choice:
Two words, "Stupid *****."
Three steps taken in anger;
a four count-

              Crimson

-five seconds lost to mania.
Six months in court,
Seven bruised.
Eight days mourning a missed funeral.
Nine children sacrificed on the altar of regret.
Ten breaths: a lifetime,
repeated:
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