Wind rattles bones – you're never alone -

this cold arrives - it's a kettle of stones

thrumming like the string of a kite, being blown -

Take my hand; together, we'll find our way home

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Devour us, we seem to want to say, as we open up our lives to give so much of ourselves away

the beast in the corner barely nodding, an endless scavenger of data image words information, chewing up our thoughts, night and day

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Bitter cold winter winds blowing through clothing and skin and all we can whisper when we're together are these soft yearnings for Spring

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This umbrella folds in on itself in the wind and torrential rains

an inverse design that brings wet instead of dry

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Currents, rapids and slipstreams -

every pilot navigates the small folds between

reality and dreams

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Meet me among the roots of the tree -

inside a hidden architecture no one else can see -

a liaison in the light of another morning rising;

only us, beneath the eaves

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It's quiet; the inner voice

chatters with worries, unseen

It's nearly impossible now

to fathom a silence inside

the world's faltering dreams

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Left hand, stringed, and steady Right hand, gripped, and ready

Head nodding heart beating

the bass drum pops the snare drum snaps

the triangle sings in the motion of a wrist

all drone note melody sitting all pretty

the zing lives to find its place in a space on the backbeat

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Hard-pressed to know when the blight began

but

Democracy's more fragile than any of us understand

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A layer or two into the center of something I've realized my mistake: it's not a book I've been digging into with sugar-coated plot twists and saccharine-sweet characters; it's a cake.

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