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HBM Ye, all

"Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life." -. William Blake, Poetical Sketches - Winter, 1783 HFF YE ALL, HAVE A GREAT WEEK-END

It is only a dream of the grass blowing east against the source of the sun in an hour before the sun's going down whose secret we see in a children's game of ring a round of roses told. Often I am permitted to return to a meadow as if it were a given property of the mind that certain bounds hold against chaos, that is a place of first permission, everlasting omen of what is. Excerpt: "Often I am Permitted to Return to a Meadow" ~ Robert Duncan

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Wishing all an enjoyable Wednesday

You are made of almost nothing But of enough To be great eyes And diaphanous double vans; To be ceaseless movement, Unending hunger Grappling love. Link between water and air Earth repels you. Light touches you only to shift into iridescence Upon your body of wings. Twice born predator, You split into the heat. Swift beyond calculation or capture You dart into shadow Which consumes you. You rocket into the day. But at last, when wind flattens the grass, For you, the design and purpose stop. And you fall With the other husks of summer. “The Dragonfly” ~ Louise Bogan youtu.be/uiGn-Hdd6W4?si=WnBc_GI2kQTBJbDK