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Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art. Advertisements
Slow down, my brave child, where wilds grow, soul is taken– You star your own fate.
No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.
Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.
Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.
At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading
I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading
It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self– Nerves on the first date.