How to write down any thoughts……they swirl like a Pillar of Whirlwind, like leaves caught up in a dust devil that dances past barn roofs and pull shingles up into the sky in mockery of what we think will hold. I did see the boy, I saw him put things down, put them down. I saw him surrender. Revelation.
Andrew, I really love how these are the stories that are so dear to me and yet you have made them again and I love them here too. My Mind tumbles along with the images just so happy to be in this world of your poem.
Hey Abbey. There are these image genetics, a certain genome word-enmeshed acts that keep circling me. I worry that I will dull them by the repetition but the deeply real turn out to be impervious to our errosive force even if we don't always say it in full beauty or truth/
After listening to this a couple times, something important to me was missing. I edited it in just now. Will fix the audio later. Love hearing any thoughts.
The whole poem is great, but that ending is straight up wildfire, man --
"At the end of all things
is a place flush with people....
At the end of each world
and the beginning
was the earth."
Thanks, Bud! I am just excited to get to your new essay. Got some time off finally.
I also approve of the edit.
Good. I haven't revisited it yet. I think it feels trued.
How to write down any thoughts……they swirl like a Pillar of Whirlwind, like leaves caught up in a dust devil that dances past barn roofs and pull shingles up into the sky in mockery of what we think will hold. I did see the boy, I saw him put things down, put them down. I saw him surrender. Revelation.
Yeah. I like that boy.
So nice to hear your voice and read your mysterious words again!! Hope you are doing well Andrew ♥️.
I am glad to be back on here with friends, Heather.
Andrew, I really love how these are the stories that are so dear to me and yet you have made them again and I love them here too. My Mind tumbles along with the images just so happy to be in this world of your poem.
Hey Abbey. There are these image genetics, a certain genome word-enmeshed acts that keep circling me. I worry that I will dull them by the repetition but the deeply real turn out to be impervious to our errosive force even if we don't always say it in full beauty or truth/
After listening to this a couple times, something important to me was missing. I edited it in just now. Will fix the audio later. Love hearing any thoughts.