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This post was meant for Notoriously, but ended up under Goodbye:

The topic of choice is unknown
and might as well go on being unknowable
to the impatient. (more)
be here | in sprin... | now
just fishing
Awakening, calm and peaceful like.
A single tendril of a storyline clinging to my consciousness. Altered by its flavor, I am curled within a series of  confident thoughts. Familiarity blossoms all the way down, as would the fluid recursions of a Mandelbrot set. And yet, with the alacrity of a(more)
morning | dream st...
broken door
Broken:
Branches
Records
Hearts
Things
(more)
broken | door | labyrint...
you and
You and your
Insecurity.
A blanket,
undermining your fragrance
with every beat.
An anchor, (more)
Old frie... | dancing | forgivne...
try to get there
Occasionally
I am stuck
pulling characters out of a hat.
Except
each missive is an outfit
that is not the right size. (more)
emotions | neutrali... | directio...
kneeling
So here we are
kneeling, unspeaking
uninterrupted.

Like actors upon a stage,
who already know the verdict, (more)
I don't ...
butterfly wing
A butterfly takes flight
in a lonely meadow.
It is just before dusk and the sky
is riveted in violet.
Perhaps, this is its last journey.
(more)
its wInt...
not so much
What fallow fields
we have seeded,
whilst ripping out the roses
of possibility.

The waters of love have been wasted (more)
forward | my teach... | words of...
like that
Its summer time,
a poppy grows through the floorboards
of a barren woodshed.

Plenty of space,
till fall starts whistling through the cracks. (more)
Lets be | alive | like tha...
elusive
Sometimes I too fall
then night brings tears, not repose
my elusive love
haiku | sola
hate me
It seems I cannot
hate is not in our cards dear
I love you too much.
haiku!
a tendency
Until you come to claim me,
I shall run as wild and fey as I please.

Perchance I shall take a step
and be born aloft
upon an Elvish breeze. (more)
poem | call | of the w...
wrong side of
At last,
the hour of crackling fires
and bows hung in Cypress cones
has arrived.

I find myself tangled (more)
autumn | resoluti...
best behavior
I do not ask for much.
Not for the Sun, nor the Moon,
nor even the Earth.

Do they ask after me?
(more)
Poem for...
fixed meaning
I have nothing left to say.
Everything has fallen to a fixed meaning.
But,
Autumn has come
and the leaves are falling out of my hair.
The wind speaks of new horizons. (more)
fall | change | release