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Did you ever make it back?
Did you see everything you wanted to see?
Carve your name into the seven wonders?
Summited Everest and made it your home?
Maybe you flew into the sun
Decided it was where you need to be
Shed human form and let your soul take over
If you did make it back, and you roam like Cain
Come find me
Let me know
If you became the woman
You always wanted to be.
It’s rained.
Crawdads swept up on the street.
I chase them down with small bare-feet.
Across the street, there rises steam.
The neighbor makes hot oysters sing.
Carolina, is still that child—
She’s in my heart, she’s roaming free.
No need to brush your hair, little Bee.
I like it stringy.
I like black feet.
The story here is one of Me.
It’s where I copped the name “Beezee”
Where I road bikes and scraped my knees.
I ducked and dived and climbed up trees.
It’s forever and a day so sweet.
Nostalgia is my favorite street.
Messy hair, black feet, no shame.
I realize something,
as I feel… strange—
a love like you.

You did that too.
I once knew,
saw more than I do.

Once… twice…
three times too late.

The rest doesn’t matter.
Because now I see—
that love shaped me.

But I can’t be.
I hide myself in shame;
that’s what it became.

It’s all a game…
walking in and out of fame.

Isn’t that… lame?
When you say my name,
angelic voice sings on key,
special song for me.
anonymous, he disembarks
and heads
for any old london bar

and thinks, should I collapse
and die     ..
and drinks to each strange
passer by
What if the question
is older than the answer?
What if time forgets
why it moves,
and the stars
no longer know their names?
What if we speak,
but it is the silence between words
that holds the weight.
The road bends
not to mislead,
but to remind us:
truth is never linear.
A seed does not know
it is a tree.
The stone does not dream
of flight
yet both contain the sky.
I do not search
for meaning,
only the place
where meaning once slept.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
July 2025
Time forgets why
Living for today.
Holding yesterday's regrets,
clouds tomorrow's dreams.
 4d Kalliope
Petra
Some dim it, ignore it,
stay on the surface of life,
never reaching the depth they came here to feel.

Earth may be the only known place in the universe
where emotion, real emotion, like love exists.
Maybe that’s what the entire universe longs for.

And we… we have the privilege to feel it.
Love is what we’ve been chasing since we were children,
dreaming of it, needing it, searching for it.
Maybe Earth truly offers something no other place can:
Emotion.

So stop suppressing it.
Stop numbing it.
Emotions are the reason we’re here.
Don’t be afraid to feel.
 4d Kalliope
LL
me going isn't
a cry for help — it's the bells
after a long war
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