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Fast steady breaths
Heart broken chest
Burned love nest
Never ending test

Cookies they crumble
Weeds they tumble
Words they stumble
Easy remains humble

Face gone numb
Subtracting sum
Leaving may come
Deafening hum

C

And the globe of curiosity rolls on
In search of its home.
Past the meadows of certainty
And the rivers of confusion.
It rolls into abyss after abyss
Gleefully consuming carboard boxes hollowed cans combusting creatures comemorating
Longing.
It slides onto icy concrete
In search of less false beauty
To find the raw.
Deserting doom and demeaning demons
It heaves hope like rocket launcher throws fire
Without the flames.
The flames have died.

It comes across other spheres
They do not share
Food or thought, or food for thought
They are selfish
Nor do they sooth paths to salvation
Nor do they see. Nor do they see. Nor do they see.
Meaning shifts without warning.
And the rawness was found in the place it was left
In the home of the globe
At the center of its core
It bore clarity.

Infinite Love

How many people does your heart have the capacity to love?

There is no limit.

In that is a sign of God's infinity. His Oneness. His Mercy.

And its abundance.

An endless supply.

So ask. Ask what you will. And never think twice about His ability or compassion to Grant it.

Love,
Love.

Blad

Summer heat.

White noise of cooling fans. 

Hot mint tea to wash down the hummus, falafel, and fool breakfast we ate on the floor. 

Unmatched pure perfect pleasure.

Juice.

Drink it slowly.

When you overload you cannot extract all the possible vitamins. Because there wasn't enough space to accommodate all medics, the abundance flows into one place and waits to leave your body. Feeling rejected, unwanted. The juice's potential remains untapped.

One sip at a time gives each molecule its due attention, and allows your body to extract from it all benefits.

Patience, my dear, in matters easy and severe.

niche

where is it?

where to look?

where are they?

scattered, battered, tattered, lathered with mold

we are who?

we is what?

question after answer after question

Coaster

Learned.

To live with it.

The lack of it.

Unlearned.

To die without it.

The lack of it.

Mask

Crumbles at the site. Of its reality.

It speaks too soon. And feet walk together.

Leaving their prints. In sandy forevers.

Small yells return! And big thinks its done.

All due to words. Deafening hum.

Healthy Heart

Revving at full speed, healed heart heaves itself out of the hearth and hands itself to the heavens.

"Why hello healthy. We have been expecting you."

Heart's happiness hails more fruits than an endless orchard.

At last!

Resilient

And then it came, without a promise, without a change.

No whispers of direction.

The glass remains translucent. The glass remains. Unmoved, unbroken.

Central muscle continues to sing. It continues. Unstoppable, unbreakable

September Summer

In an old white dress, with stains marking pain, she stands in the middle of the asphalt, staring ahead, the sun blazing, the horizon shimmering, the light blinding, the heat hissing, the breeze soothing, her brows furrowed, her distraught eyes squinting.

And then the winds rip through her. Twisting her body along its axis. She grasps at the air for stability, but only taps into her own muscle's strength. She surprises herself. She thought she was doomed to crash. She was wrong.

She no longer looks to the end of the road. She slowly kneels to study the pavement she walks upon. Her journey was not about how far she could see, it was about what she can extract on her changing path.

She was no longer shackled to the hope of a change. She was ready for anything.