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Cynically Yours, Sometimes

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Cynically Yours, Sometimes

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It was when

I was reading an Agatha Christie

And someone near Jane Marple

Maybe a nephew

Said of her

She is the most cynical person

He (pretty sure it was a he)

Knew

And I thought

Cynicism might be useful,

After all

A quality to keep us sharp

To keep us skeptical

About what we know

And we perceive

In short, cynicism’s smart

And we are smart to

Apply the

Quality, hone it to a talent

On reserve

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a companion piece to clcouch123.wordpress.com/2022/03/25/give-it-up/

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Christie as a young woman, 1910s.

The Christie Archive Trust, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=96725181

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Precocity

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Precocity

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God

Help us

Every

One

Even

The bad people

Don’t help them

To be bad

Help them to be good

Instead

You know,

Like in

The Christmas story

Amen

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Photo by Andreas Dress on Unsplash

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snow squalls today

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Starts with a Story

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Starts with a Story

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On a hazy

Saturday,

We talk about

The past

Long past

How the human genius

And the genius of creation

All ancient

Partnerships

Ask better of us

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Look at the red curve

In Altimira

I think

An arch that goes much further

Than a count

A quota

Even for life

The lives of

Ancient companions

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Red and black

Lines

So much more than

Counting

That have ancient majesty

A thinking of high places

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Pointed Notre-Dame

Or round Saint Paul’s

May rise in tandem with

Ancient siblinghood

Reasons for the hunt

For the migration

After meals

For living

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For living

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The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber, David Wengrow

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Bison in the cave of Altamira.

(image) By Daniel Villafruela. – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22778033

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Give It Up

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Give It Up

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How childish

I sound to myself

When I think

Cynically

Cynical is futility

We have

Que será será

It is what it is

For defense

A shield from

Reality of change

Rather settling

Into the world’s wisdom

Trying on

The burden of

A chain

That has no chance

For change

No hope here,

Thank you

Only resignation

You want change,

Talk with

The cult meeting over

Somewhere

One side of the Galilean

Waters

Or the other

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Photo by james ballard on Unsplash

Sea of Galilee, Israel

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Desert Talk

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Desert Talk

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A breeze

Does much good

A wind

Is too much

Nothing so severe

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A breeze

Under the arch

Encourages

Either rest or conversation

Encouragement to think

Or talk

To troubles

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Or of the wisdom of God

Known through

The prophets

And perhaps

Revelation

In the breeze

Under the arch,

In our talk

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Photo by Dim Gunger on Unsplash

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Gift Exchange

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Gift Exchange

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A moment for a moment

An exchange for something better

If it had to be a memory

A moment when things seemed right

In the world,

Then I’d have to ask for something better

Something beyond me

Something good for you as well,

And the circle

That we are

And live upon

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Photo by Kelli McClintock on Unsplash

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Presenced

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Presenced

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It should not come to this

But God

Rescue us

With miracle

Maybe miracles all around

Friend and foe alike

Even on the blooded field

Now turned

For fallow ground

Ready for

New planting

New heaven and new

Earth

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Break, Break, Break

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Break, Break, Break

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I feel the weight

Of everything

And my heart can’t take it

Well, it can

I hope it can

It’s the manifestations of emotions

The effects

Of what has happened

Bad news

Does it get worse

Or does it feel worse?

Maybe I’m enduring

Or preparing

Where is Nietzsche’s strength?

Whatever doesn’t kill us

Leaves scars

Hard tissue

And doesn’t acclimate us

Better than

A more pedestrian process

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No, as it goes on

We might become inured

While underneath

Our hearts

Break and break again

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“Break, Break, Break”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Photo by Tobias Tullius on Unsplash

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weight of glory

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weight of glory

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what do we say

sometimes the weight is too much

it presses down like gravity

on a wide planet far away

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is there grace in the stars

the kind that made them,

I suppose

the love that means covalence

molecular intimacy

and from there through our bodies

back to the stars

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photo by Radu Chelariu on Unsplash

when I saw this at first, I thought it was a field of stars

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