why ever did I believe that Ithat glass flower: glistening, transparent and beautiful all the way throughwhy ever did I believe that I
that driftwood branch: matured, weathered, randomly occured perfection
that morning dew drop upon a leaf, fresh to the newness of life
I have done nothing to bring her safety, stability or unequivocal care
I'm just the dust on the glass, the dry-rot in the wood and an unforgiving sun.
Life, as it may be.nothing will make it right as the circular circle just goes round and round 'til senseless argument points to nothing (redundant-tautology, this we know)Life, as it may be.
and I find myself in a place "Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er." (cos being intellectual is like that y'know)
and I who is taught not to feel in doing so- reap a harvest of green wheat. Regardless, I'll bring it home and poison the family.
and what is this new burden? (such a thing, unanticipated) like Peter, I believed I was
how are you?
but your suit is nice. I like it. and I like Aaron Weiss. and I like you and your poetry even if I don't understand every word.
If you like photography I would love your imput!!
Have fun!!!
Joel
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