Siesta

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It

Feels like

It’s 

The middle of July

Silent ‘cept the cicadas

Lazy mid-day breeze 

Took its own siesta now

I’m left

Lying and akimbo

Eyes near-closed

Askin’ for a prayer

With nothin’ but slow breathing

To cool me from this daze

Otherly

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As that orb of warmth out there
Speak sweetly then
Despite today’s bitter news
Turn your smallest corners

Up

Give a purposeful gift
Bringing brilliance
Urgent illumination
To other creation 

And I will too

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On the edge of the end
In deep need of goodness
I fastened a cape
It had to be woven in truth
This time
Lest I fall from the sky

Electric and magic
Near-reckless sensibility 
Enduring and tender
Incredulous…ridiculous

Wary yet wanting of fire
I fastened the fibers of you
Wove them all through
Set you atop my shoulders
Then flew
And did I fall

unnamed well

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 What is this like
To profess and proclaim
An adoration
Into a listening nowhere

What do you call that
The certainty swimming
The swirling unknowing
Words on invisible ears

To the unnamed well return
Again and again find it cooled
What is this like
What do you call that