I’ll invoke increasing ire
“How dare she,” they’ll surely declare, haughtily
“We want war — sacrifice is what she’s for!”
Cameras and courtrooms
v.
Chaos and cartoons
I’m irksome
Ironic, too, I’m told
Relationships of sinking ships
I Quit
I Quit
I Quit
Case of The Century
Grand. Beginning. Finally.
Me, at the center
See?
I plan to lament, to pity-party, to languish-unapologetic-like, the daylong, in regret and angst.
When dawn of some new era calls, I’ll hear it’s hearken, I’ll know it’s finally time I arise from the rain and fog.
‘Til that day, you’re cursed, Mountain, you’re soul-sold, Hollow, you’re a kind woman’s Relic and Shame.
Our colors, like water…like oxygen…work well together…like art from artists, were we to work in earnest.
Off the mountaintop
Who now is thirsty for tomorrow?
I am! I am!
While my immersion in the moment allowed the universe to gift me with one Delighted poet
Happy for him whilst pushing through my pain
I am in love with now’s sorrow
Shall I claim it again?
I am thirsty for tomorrow!
I prefer my quicker shutter
When lumbering around downtown
Up town, and out of town
These nouns all move
So fast
So fancy, in the vast
I can be about
Without being found out
With my quicker shutter
All and each of You
Your Photos, Your Poetry
They converse with Me
Steady my looking glass
Tame the night sky
Instruct my young hand
Intrigue my aged eye
The remaining rain
Treasure, you would love the scent
The clouds, dust and Sun
I could give myself.
To the most gorgeous Day made.
Today. I just may. 
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