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this is not all we know. below the coffee grounds. above the traffic jam. beneath the chirping devices there is a deeper space we may go

this is not all we know
so go

my child
go

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go on with.out

go on without

I’m not certain why it’s so hard for me

to be around people, I guess

I may be sensitive.

There aren’t just unfriendly ones.

There are ignorant ones. Mean ones…

Yet the hardest kind of all

are the ones you fall in

love with

the ones you treasure the ones

you cannot go on

without

wall flower social

may the social sphere

be elastic and expand

without cracking and breaking

off

falling like an icicle

killing me where I

stand

in the meanwhile

i got my couple hours

a day good medicine

in

writing my book

making out with words

the tongue kissing was the best part

the audience swooned

by the character studies i

inhabited

inhibitions were wall flowers

garden variety virtual

open microphone affairs

magic

life becomes tolerable
moment by moment
it won’t ever be acceptable
in analysis

life won’t ever add up
to any magic number
it won’t hold in retrospect
it won’t measure up
to any ideal

life falls apart
then regroups
life is never the same
always changes and

cannot be predicted
by forecast or made
meaningful

no
life is unkempt
windblown
bedraggled

life will not love you only
you may love life
for the moment
you are lucky
to exist