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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
| A flashback from 2022 Should I Fly… (2025, previously Untitled) there's no true comfort in words, only actions of a woman who tempts me to hope, believe, aim to try and figure out what this disconnectedness is all about. your voice has wings for you, and if I could clutch you before your flight would I know the feeling? be happy that I possess you they way you own me? satisfied knowing love like this can reciprocate without belief? that any sojourn together could lift if I truly am baggage? if I can be of any service to you? yes or no? Or, all of it rhetorical? Knowing — my bout to fly from truth. Alas, Ambition like this — to poeticize ordinary. (Wax poetic) 5.11.22 11.2.25 was a major rewrite to title, includes breaking down statements into verdana font quatrain, then redirect narrative to the she of it all. Possibly from my own idiom once tweeted about ambition (but especially living with ADHD when she comes calling).  Could be for a collection of poems, maybe titled ‘How I Consider You’ or ‘The You of Me’ <<—— dibs here I could write poems to those titles. |
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Great poem, Brian.
