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Dappled light - an echo off the surface at midnight, the moonlight not yet awoken

#mastoprompt

Psychedelic wandering inside the smallest realm, where vast worlds collide

The quantum universe sits inside the palm of hand but how it works

It’s magic we’ll never understand

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Speaking tongues the young whisper dreams that seem to rise to shout their urgent mouths calling for more than idle talking a land is burning the seen, walking forward, unhurried, into the unknown the wind carries the cries of every orifice startled open: this land has become broken

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Cloudy start with sunny skies

By afternoon, rain and snow, and I

remember what my grandmother'd say:

Weather changes the arc of a day

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Night's frozen fingers sculpturing each day's thawed mud into works of art

for Algot

A sense of solitary relief

discovering the tremendous tree situated in the middle of the woods

restores our quiet belief

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Some writers work as word jugglers

levitation thieves with white space in their hands -

gravity shifts, fonts drift, the story always changes as

words drop, rearranged for meaning and surprise:

it makes for a night's possibility of applause

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She peels the corner off the poem to reveal her wayward heart

but worries about reaction, for when the mocking starts,

the writer in her withdraws; she's prone to coming right apart

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With chalk, before the rains, we scratch words against brick into a sentence framing poems, designed to disappear:

I read our words out loud, whispered dust on my lips, so that you might hear

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Rusted bars, chains and broken swings

a small ladder missing rungs and other things

The derelict structure sits like a moment in time

Somewhere, an adult remembers a nursery rhyme

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