Gratitude

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For the coming age:

A stronger core.

I am not a stranger.

(Internal dialogue)

Another day, the same burrow.

I saw an angel today.

I saw myself.

I know that we can find God in ourselves, for one,

and in others, for our self.

I accept what I am.

But I don’t know what to believe.

I arranged the trinkets in my bags and on table tops.

I watched the sun come up and turn the place light blue, just a hint from behind the lamps. Enough for another day.

If that sounds strange, it’s because it is

I woke up with sweat pouring down my chin and a feverish inclination for colder weather. The sun was down and the lights were on. I slept a thousand days before this, but on this day (alas, night) I awoke.

“ShwShwShw,” a whisper in my ear.

Was it the wind or another next to me, talking in their sleep…

“ShwShwShw,” I shot up with my pulse rate, stiff but stable. I was alone

First Light

The last I wrote a log entry, I was facing a stonewall, rolling paint down in sheets. Cold air or a summer breeze, I laid down my canvas: a stunning black wall parched for the painting I see.

I slipped a quarter in each pocket to keep me level. A flask in the till for when I’ve failed.

The wall was east and the sun was west, and I, but for a building a thousand paces away, slept between them.

Sun

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Then she spoke with a sense of urgency.

     Longing….
          Understanding…
Hidden behind a concrete wall
With her finger prying the backside of a heart.

Tell me the things that you’ve done.
   ‘Tell me the things that you will do to me’

She spoke a thousand words with just one look.
           So I wanted to be closer…
I put one foot after the other
    
     And I spoke.