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Wednesday Invitationing
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Will you join me for
An hour or so?
We’ll sip something
Look at nature
Listen
Listen to each other
I want to know how
You’re doing
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Good, clean fun
We’ll laugh
We’ll tell stories
Maybe laugh some more
Maybe we’ll share words
From each other’s
Secret language while
Magic
Words proven beyond us
Are written
In the sky
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Then afterward sun
And cloud move
Toward
The end of day
As if they have
A syncopated plan
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Electric Spiral Energy System
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Cyrillic Alphabet
Here’s what I know, which
Isn’t all that much:
Cyril and Methodius travel
To Russia
To send a unifying story
Into tribal affiliations that
Have been
Sibling-folk murdering each
Other
For their difference
Here’s what the pilgrims
Found
In talking,
That no one knew the word
Each one uttering only
What each knew
And deadly ignorance
Who could hear?—there
Was no way;
Placing sectarian evangelism
Aside (though not
Unloading their first
Purpose),
What the saints gave first
Was language
In a unifying word
All could
Listen to at last
When the target is no longer
Blank, rather filled
With shapes
And hues
Of understanding,
Denial in killing becomes
A challenge
In Impossibility
All stories were told,
Fables had new morals;
All the letters are now legacy,
Spoken with
Living breath each day
The saints are capitalized
I don’t know how
Much they care
And people are
Still talking, if
Through veils sometimes
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