Giftedness
I have one
Career goal—
To have the ideal
Career goal.
It doesn’t
Pay much.
I have one
Career goal—
To have the ideal
Career goal.
It doesn’t
Pay much.
The toil of mankind,
The sweat, the cash, the prestige
Or a cold, wet, drink
The flowers I pick
Die in my hand,
But flowers I can’t
But pick.
Photo’s my own.
Awake. Bladder. Keep the eyes slitted to suggest to brain I’m not awake yet. Think as little as possible. Frankenstein-movement to suggest to brain still very sleepy. Pee. Back under quilt. Duvet because it’s cold now. Sleep.
I said sleep.
Lord,
I believe.
Help
My
Wisdom.
He unearthed
His knife,
Dipped it
In clouds,
And heaped
Them upon
The morning
Molten petals sweep
Into night.
And awaiting awaking,
I breathe,
For I am the mastodon.
I am the birdshout.
I am the awakening
Night.
Have you ever watched the sea? I’ve only really watched it from the shore, and not that even that much.
It moves like breath. In, out. Like the back of a child, up, down, as it sleeps in its crib. A heavenly hand caresses it with cloudy touch. In, out.
Dreams sleep there. Water fairies and krakens and pirates and the sky. The sea holds our dread, and it holds shores.