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And I still don't know what to make of your friendship
by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and lex (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)
IAnd I still don't know what to make of your friendshipIIShadow? Facet? A more splendid version of who we are?IIIThis change is thrilling; the leap unknown but comforting somehowIVLetting go means having hands empty to receive what's nextVAwakening like Spring full of surprising feelings and longingsVICreated new as buds of emotion holding the flower’s promiseVIISmiling from deep within and truly relishing the momentVIIIand smiling more seeing ahead to joys ever unfoldingIXThe realization of happiness feels almost foreign and yetXso true as to have been merely lain aside, but was always at handXIso ready, so willing; a synergy like nothing I've ever experiencedXIItogether we are the best of each other and yet something so much more -
The discussion turned once again to the distruption of the automatic
by cone (i, iii, v, vii, ix, xi), and jared (ii, iv, vi, viii, x, xii)
IThe discussion turned once again to the distruption of the automaticIITaking a break from the role of the automaton; like the odd bit of sun caught during the dayIIIHow restorative it was to slow way down, listen + absorb the natural worldIVAh to restore or not to restore: to put right; as it is, or to chase after change, improvement and that which is not. Windmills anyone?VAnd what's wrong with windmills? Anything that can be tilted at is worth a shot. At least she thinks it is.VIWindmills are not unlike roast beef hash, smothered in melted swiss cheese and bathed in a Poupon sour cream sauce. It's just that one realVIIhome-cooked meal lovingly prepared by the Amazing Chef JarooDude cannot possibly hold a candle to the other wonders of the worldVIIIDyslexia strikes again if I hear right. As mom taught me, "hear what I mean, not what I say"IXAnd yet even if the words come out all wrong, isn't the underlying meaning in there... somewhereXOf course; what is, is. What it means, is its meaning. Always has been and always will be; can be no different.XIAnd yet when engaged in communication of any form, it's the gap between understandings that can be so mesmerizing, frustrating and wonderfulXIISimply because the gap between the understandings is where the Truth is... -
Ghosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and change
by Holly (i, ix), Kevin (ii), Tamara (iii, vii), Derek (iv), Jana (v), voluminous (vi), danellopee (viii), and Wayne (x)
IGhosts' fingers in the red storm light sparkle and changeIIDazzling me with their sepulchral danceIIICaring not, yet leaving me bereft of pantsIVWanting not, yet making elaborate plansVThe snowman sings and dances alone.VIgiggling, the little girls pounces, and scoops herself a fresh ice-coneVIII smile & close the curtains. Where my bitches at? Time for a fresh ice-bone.VIIICostco Astroglide 50 gallon drum. Foolhardy? Prescient? I couldn't say.IXMy beanie baby collection, my sense of preparedness, and thee!XBut Beanie batch belies brittleness because burst bubble broke bank barring bright side; looks like the kids are going to community college. -
Humming a song I didn't know
by Julie (i), Brooke (ii), Charles (iii), Lori (iv), and Amy (v)
IHumming a song I didn't knowIII looked around me and laughedIIIStepping on stage for the first timeIVIt's now or never. My time to shineV"Good times come with wine that is fine" -
I was walking along in my sing-song way
by Beth (i), Mike! (ii), Kyle (iii), kevin (iv), and Bethany (v)
II was walking along in my sing-song wayIIwith unbuttoned vest buttons, some buttoned wrong waysIIIshoes torn and tattered dancing in the suns raysIVthe closing moon ensocks their folds like a dryer's smellVThey sleep like babes that have drank their mother's milk.