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prismatic day

let’s say a year

Exiled

(x = space)

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Exiled

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Oh

God

Shall we have

A good season

Together

The year has started

And now

Another season

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Intentions

Overlap

You come into the world

And you are here

The Earth tilts

And always

Has

Far as we know

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Turns

Like a top

A toy to such as you

Though you

Are not a giant god

That way

x

You play

But not with us as

Playthings

Upon the Earth

An unrolled

Plastic battlefield

x

We toy each other

Which is

An eldritch lesson

We came up with

On our own

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Objectify

‘Til someone doesn’t matter

Like Cain

Like everyone in western Asia

Like anyone who’s different

Over here

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We need a season

Need the time

But shall we be reborn

With remembrance

Of a real birth

To save the nations

Ransom

Captive Israel

Then all the rest

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Lean To

(x = space)

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Lean To

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Tomorrow is the solstice

Light a fire

At least inside

To illuminate

The difference should

We notice

The Earth

Starting to lean

The other way

x

Toward spring

But through the winter

First

At least in this

Our half the sphere

With summer

To the south

Where

Who might also wonder

What we’re doing

Upside-down

x

A fire

To light up

To redefine the shadows

Make them sharper

And more welcoming

For shadow-beings

And the

Shadow parts of us

x

The Earth should turn

All worlds should turn

Since

In turning

There is gravity

And life

And with so many

Moving

Lights

Boundaried by dark

So that both

May show the way

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Through the seasons

Of the cosmos

Back to our minds

For reasoning

And imagining

Our place

Ringed inside everything

And the part

We cannot contain

Even inside ourselves

Because the abstract

Hook

Containers

With the infinite

For reason

And imagination

x

Rendering all borders

Malleable

If not changeable

The way the seasons

Change

Yet look

To stay the same

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We are changeable

Unchangeable

Like Earth

And everything we lean on

While it leans

Like an invitation

To try something

Maybe straight

Like equinoxes

Maybe bent

Like the invitation

In the solstices

And all the life

Moving foundation

As it were

For the inventing

Co-creation

Inside

In between

All the round

Seasons

Leaned into

Also

Broken

Wondrously by

New days

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Unthinkable Think Think Unthinkable

(x = space)

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Unthinkable Think Think Unthinkable

x

God help Lewiston

And Israel

And Ukraine

(and more

always more)

Settings for

What we’d like to think

Unthinkable

x

I care about

Don’t care about

The sides

I care about the living

Suffering

About the dead who died

Suffering

x

About the living

Who remain

To bend

In mourning

And those who rise

In fear

x

There is anger

War is angry

I imagine

Shooting someone else

Is angry

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Anger the mask

For fear

Fear the mask

For sin

Maybe we could sin less

With our devices

And machines

Pick up each other

Donate

Through the screens

And if on site

Somehow

Watch out for each other

Get physically involved

(and also hide

when needed)

to hide)

Which can be dangerous

I know

Though everything

Might be endangered

Now

Or anytime

We do more

To resist the devil

Having released itself

Out of hell

Upon our world

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Sizable Gratitude for Small

(x = space)

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Sizable Gratitude for Small

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That’s it

I guess

I have something to share

Maybe kind of usual

For trope

If not cliché

I even mention weather

x

Well

I’m sipping

And I feel kind of easy

I know God is here

And maybe

My near angel

x

The hall is quiet

For a change

Our small humanity

Easy

Too

Or absent

x

I’m breathing easier

Might be the new

Medication

Or-and

The added rest

I got this morning

After waking up

The first time

x

I don’t know

I’m drinking water

When I cough

I hope that’s smart enough

Because I want

To feel grateful

For the smallest

Better changes

In this day

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coda

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And

Yes

I know

This is not the day

That others have the day

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Wounded by so many

Things that wound

x

There’s even terror

Too much

In too many places

Great

Or small

Letting the first page show

The way

x

For our remembrance

Supplication

Specific

Book-driven

Petitioning

To love our neighbors

And ourselves

When either needs a dire prayer

For safety

And for healing

For reckoning

Still decency

Still

In the world

Great or

In spite of intimate abdications

The smaller things we lose

In wider things

x

As some have tried

Aberrantly

To move the world

Another way

In spite of natural paths

Natural gains and losses

We must expect

Along the way

x

Pray for the world

Frankly

Lord

That we snap-to like soldiers

Even minutely

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Only immediately

Waking up

To start to change

The errors

In certain plans

To raise up

And take care of

Real need instead

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Greetings from Earth with All Things Earthly

(x = space)

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Greetings from Earth with All Things Earthly

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So what’s new

The day is new

It’s re-creation

Isn’t it

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Some would say

The day’s the day

It’s yesterday’s day

Redone

And nothing new

Same sets of compounds

To have earth and sea

And sky

And we are nothing new

x

But cells are sloughed

There is room for change

There is age

There might be new growth

From where our cells

Land

Like the sower’s seeds

Some on good soil

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There is a thought

That built on yesterday’s

And does that count

As old or new

x

How shall we measure

Ongoing

Something old

Something new

Something borrowed

Something blue

Here meaning

Blue for calm

Thankful for

The return of sky

x

And as for borrowed

It’s all borrowed

After all

We own our souls

We should own our skins

On Earth

Our thoughts

And our discoveries

To have

To share

x

Should be no fear

Rather with impunity

Or the fear of loss

Unrecompensed

x

So here’s

To a new day

It is founded

It is its own

It is tomorrow realized

It archives yesterday

As for what’s new to argue

Let’s first be

Thankful for the having

Then appreciate the cells

That change

The thoughts that build

That what we thought as next

Is now

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Dancers

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Arborism

(x = space)

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Arborism

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What will God tell us

To do good

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Well, to do good

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What if we’re feeling

Old and sick

x

And virtue

Seems too hard

x

After surgery and all

Or simply years

Of needing the investment

To get by

x

I don’t want excuses

Or to have them

Excused

I want resources

Energy

And time

x

Great things to consider

Though not so much when

We have them

We complain

We grow complacent

We choose bored

x

We all have something

For the whining

A tonic

Say

Say

Reality

Sometimes admittedly

A herculean lifting

Of a desert screen or

Something we believe

Might be on

Fire

To keep it there

Like Atlas with the world

Or the elephant upon

The wheel

Upon the turtle

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Balancing

Then yes

With risk

Reaching under

That heavy

Skim

Detritus and illusion

To deal in the truth

To clear the roots

Spruce up

Our perception

Look at

What’s holding up

The holding up

And what is healthy

What needs

Pruning

What needs sliding off the top

For good

x

Maybe we leave the balance

Then

Clear roots

Above which

Sits our world

Our own

If there is something

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A little easier

Or at least more visible

Atlas might not shrug so much

But smile

(the turtle, too)

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