Hope, that feathered thing that sits in your soul. --Emily Dickenson


Jane, i'm warning you; however enthralled you are by their heroism, their search, the transient web of their connections, their strength and their delicacy; do not seek to become one of them and live their lives.
It's your lot that you're consigned to the laws and incidentals that humankind is given to.
No matter what mechanical or computative device you employ in your attempt to join them in their flight, there will come a point in the wilderness where your tools will fail to grant you passsage, and where, they happily adapted to the circumstances natural to them, will glide on through with no will or inclination to join you on your fettered path.
You love our arial companions for the way they share the sky, the way they learn to find home for each season, their nests woven with flowers, and their stealth.
Learn to share you life with your own kind girl. There's no need to sacrifice your heart for high romance.



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i-live-to-love-you's a child at heart
rageful-the-lion's been tamed by a girl
sleepless-and-dying's a babe to the world
now.
i'm before you with no where to to turn.
my enchantment's gone to save the day-light
for bitter-sweet-prince
who found leaves on the ground and made them a book
chimes sing the fairyland of paradise fall
the Queen grabs a bough and a rare jewel is born.
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men in work pants
what denim was made for
but who fills them?
rivlettes run in all directions
churning consequence
run through me you!
i am sliced and spliced
open daily.