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After solitude and silence, a multitude of things.
#1 / Thoughts suddenly shattered by a beautiful blackbird flying into the window and that sudden horror that comes with death. Happily, he is just stunned. I've watched the family of blackbirds come and go over many years now, and they are a constant source of joy from my window. Tiny heartbeats, clawprints and every moment of life inbetween.
#2 / I can't believe I'm flying to Toronto tomorrow. It seems to be the most pointless in escapist ideas whilst being the best idea I've had in some time. The expanding of barriers and attempts to free self from the past may bring happiness or reinforce isolation. Small excitements.
#3 / the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;
we have everything
life is thundering blissful towards death
in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
you stopped by, I was all alive
in my doorway, we shucked and jived
and when you wept, I was gone:
see, I got gone when I got wise
but I can't with certainty say we survived
~j. newsom
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