Friday, April 22, 2016

It Is My Thought

It is my thought that if I imagined
                          the moon with swirling initials carved or burned
                                                           into them it would be quite enough
As the moon beams shined through manicured un-forests 
                              onto me, while
                                                   i walked, or ran, or jogged, or skipped, or twirled while no one was looking, and that 
            my essence was enough as it wafted up and out after
        a long walk, or run, or jog, or skip, or bout of twirling
down the Boulevard, 
         on a beautiful night, 
                       under the trees, 
                              out in the fresh air,
                                       past all of the playfully bounding rabbits,
                                              that disappear down their holes.

                        It is my thought that the simple fact that my love of oddities,
                                 esoteric nuances, our connection, and especially you, 
             would sustain on even the most unbalanced of days---

It is my thought that i want it to; 

           i am not sure i am good, adequate, or worthy enough; but,
                i don't need anyone's sanctioning for what ever this is;
                                                     for whatever we want this to be; or to become.

My life has turned into many walks, runs, jogs, and skips . . . 
                         Learning to twirl is what unstained the insufferable...
                                                    and in doing so has re-sustained my secret self.

 It is my thought that twirling is the most fun, and the most mischievously beneficial to my essence & to my soul...
                                                    Yet, it is not my soul i concern myself with...
Have i touched yours?
     and this evening i am churning with emotion as my soul continues twirling
like a top in full inertia.
We all know what happens when we twirl too much...
                          Will you catch me? i don't really want you to...

It is my thought that we will playfully tumble together down the rabbit hole.

         











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