let's talk about that space again
the strands and all
wait until the curtain calls and we'll fall all over ourselves in sweeping up regrets
some to hold and some to toss and some to wave like flags
we drag out the wonderwhys
we set aside our last goodbyes as something new comes ripe
as something old turns right
toward the clock facing
hidden hours erasing candles burned and ended
light your own darkness
see your own song
listen for the growing
creaking underground
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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