In everything (poem)

Maybe missing

but I know what love feels like now.

It is infinitely tender, threading, interlocking, release

It is wiser than we are

It already knows

without question-

 

true to everything.

 

It is only interrupted;

It can never be contained.

it seeps out of me when I am not looking

and into the heart of everything

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170203 fridge poetry

create anything. art is in the image of everything.

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create anything. art is in the image of everything.

img_6504life inserted choices around her.

running

by

passing

machines.

always let the stemware go missing.

always may the kids run free.

come, as wine, with me.

alike,

not by the letter,

but

better. 😉