myth

a sound hides some rhythm
it sucked the edge in the wind
and closed .it maybe a window
the wall though, is naked
and cold from a hundred miles

just the wall
never a room
when god is dead you could go
as far as a blueprint . drew ,
already way over viable limits

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the first time the ground flew birds
they shifted off or on the leaves
which had some distance to fall
evey, my place is yours

not to worry
the bird stays
soiled
like my bones

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valli, I love this opening line, the way you connect birds to ground. That everything is happening in this space. That space itself is alive. This poem gives me that sense. Ron

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I especially like those first two lines vali about the sound and sucking in the edge in the wind.
that is really neat.
“maybe a wnidow”
I like that image

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thanks jenni, if a room ever happens, its gonna be clean per se. like you say !

hi ron. the space is alive and i was thinking , love keeps it that way….


touch the ground, much
there isnt an option
fall down .lean, or take a step
roll over me or not

cant stop touching
even if you turn around
oxygen can stop
some cells flip colors

but she must touch .her
body cant have a follicle
or some moot point
that can turn the fall

birdi is over the top
one taste, and it cant
find its way down
half cuppy wing
means wider love .dip safe
why would it half cup
for so long if this turn on
wasnt never born

on the ground, clusters
in liquids, float its walls
sedate hard cover
ready before reason

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give me give me
 give me juice
 that was an elf
its getting into flesh, now

the drip is within
the country is wet
down, the stone
increses in awe

no other way
to get rinsed
dear juice
akashis wont find

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path near grass, creepers
a mantra you
cant cant have enough
or want more ,of

on a walk, what will it be like
if i had a cute face
and big titties
not, not lovely.just big for me

girl unmarked, so life has license
not tossed out
the fall out is hers, sure
whoeverelse, gets the key,maybe

knock her down .easy
it doesnt matter
cos, unlinked to the turn
of events, you got sold

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if you find her a twit
you could look closer
if it is distant, space isnt the same
or, near fingers, make it clear

a long shot, now an open book
context, tends to add itself
meantime
irrelevance is a friendly place

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this feels like the ebb of tide, like pushing and pulling
zooming and zoning out

kinda makes me feel dizzy as i re read over and over
then that kinda makes me feel intoxicated

it's compelling and read fresh with each re read
like i find something new in every perspective

thank you

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thankyou for the perspective Azyh . yeah its like, coming in fading out . paradoxy, things are .i hang on to the rhythm

intoxicated ? you've made my thread :–)