2003-01-07
ready steady listen...
Going to throw this one up into the clouds and see whom or what might catch these little heart whispers.
In its imperfections sometimes things become just perfect.
Shadows become cast away (soot) dusted and what we are left with is perfect and shiny and new.
despite the blaring fact : It is not.
And you cannot throw it away. and you cannot walk away.
you must carry it inside. and take it for what it is worth yet with thoughts that still trip over the shadows and soot.
Do not discard my heart because I have not discarded yr soot. I have simply conjured this as a bright beam of whole light of which yr image is dutifully placed.
and nothing is permanent but this moment I exhale and let light and limbs take flight.
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