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Gratitude: Part 25

Yesterday I was grateful for:

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Gratitude: Part 14

Today I am grateful for:

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Protected: Things To Do Before I Die – NaPoWriMo #17

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Mundane & Divine

The idea frightened, but with the resolve came the  enlightened sine that sparked the thoughts that crossed the line between the mundane and the divine,
with a brightness in kind to render one blind.

Finding colors in the wash of white,
derived from the fractioned proportions that kept coming out of light,
a sight more sincere than the sample of sirens that sent celibate men into the depth a’wend of the tasks they had yet to portend,
pretending peace on stony shores and stares that circumvented the “why” by asking “what” and “wherefore?”

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You Can Read This in Which and Any Way That You Please

You can read this in which and any way that you please,

because you’re still going to make messes with the greatest of ease.

Yet nearly a year, we’re still here, though the road has been rocky at best.

Both east to Far Rock now and westward to Staten,

yet we’ll always have Brooklyn, our center to stand in.

You see with flaws come perfection, if this I could see clearly,

on the daily basis and

still think it uneerie.

It’s like you keep peering down deeper than self still exists,

the proverbial “we,” turned subsequently to reality.

Because I’m pissy, preoccupied, and preposterously prone to prissy fits of pessimistic pretension.

If only this, the things I never say every day,

You make me see myself in a different way.

You make me see myself in a different way.

If only this, the things I never say every day,

because I’m pissy, preoccupied, and preposterously prone to prissy fits of pessimistic pretension.

The proverbial “we,” turned subsequently to reality.

It’s like you keep peering down deeper than self still exists,

on the daily basis and still think it uneerie.

You see with flaws come perfection, if this I could see clearly,

Yet we’ll always have Brooklyn, our center to stand in,

both east to Far Rock now and westward to Staten,

Yet nearly a year, we’re still here, though the road has been rocky at best.

Because you’re still going to make messes with the greatest of ease,

You can read this in which and any way that you please.