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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)
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)
Broken:
Branches
Records
Hearts
Things
(more)
You and your
Insecurity.
A blanket,
undermining your fragrance
with every beat.
An anchor, (more)
Occasionally
I am stuck
pulling characters out of a hat.
Except
each missive is an outfit
that is not the right size. (more)
So here we are
kneeling, unspeaking
uninterrupted.

Like actors upon a stage,
who already know the verdict, (more)
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)
What fallow fields
we have seeded,
whilst ripping out the roses
of possibility.

The waters of love have been wasted (more)
Its summer time,
a poppy grows through the floorboards
of a barren woodshed.

Plenty of space,
till fall starts whistling through the cracks. (more)
Sometimes I too fall
then night brings tears, not repose
my elusive love
It seems I cannot
hate is not in our cards dear
I love you too much.
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)
At last,
the hour of crackling fires
and bows hung in Cypress cones
has arrived.

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

Do they ask after me?
(more)
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)