this mineral universe

We named the old Benz Berta because she reminds us of the house frau that looked after us when we were young. Bulky, reliable.

long division cranes

Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."

Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
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Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, What every other eye in this world is dying to hear? -Hafiz


When she's on the phone she draws long division symbols representing cranes flying through the air. The check swoosh movement of her hand feels good while she listens; she's convinced she's listening better because she's drawing. She's never been a good listener, but she does read, wants to tell him to transform his speech. His words.  How powerful they are. L-fields, T-fields. He is hurting her but doesn't think she reads between the lines. She is trying to be like Hafiz.

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while you sleep I breathe you, Fountained here & drugged on three 

smiling in the happiness possessed deep within the inches, hidden under tissue right to the heart of it and listening to the branches bend in their direction--northeast at the moment--the sound of bend,

but mostly wanted to tell you while the gecko laughs and M soothes M (yet again poisoned by the loss of she)
wanted to tell you amongst this ruckus of fan and screws loose and prowlers loud soft snarl into fantasy
wanted to tell you --in your ear-- right there, (rippling)
above from where i like to take portions with my tongue (licking)
wanted to tell you that the feeling is good.

Cheshire like, curling, fading
i dance to sleep,
with you.

samadana

A thousand birds scream as they scatter.

Samadana. 

There is no place to go or come. No thing. 

I am liquidated in the pile of moving light.