Tag Archives: sunrise

Theory of Nothing Whatsoever

.. We chase the algorithms of the breeze, form a premise for the gibbous moon. Speculate upon her glow. We have formed a hypothesis or two, or three, about these shattered scattered stars. We can wax forth eloquent and strange … Continue reading

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#runone

… and then some (breathing, believing) into a rising sun, until your lungs beg for more (breath, miles), until the pounding pavement groans and smiles. run up that hill so you can fly back down, crown yourself in mesquite and … Continue reading

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Grad(u)ations of Color, Light

.. We are still learning, yearning for some diploma -cy, some salutatorian sunrise promise. Hold this crimson close, that one in a vermillion horizon to heart; start asking all the right questions: Can I pocket this praise? Can I fill … Continue reading

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dawns the day, and so we lace our shoes

run one. just one. and when you’re done, may ………..-be run another one. perhaps a half. another step. another breath. another sidewalk slap-hum, another strum of heart, another start another way of leaving, believing, grieving, receiving sunrise hope ………by …{quail} … Continue reading

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Mango Sky

It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless …………..Counting Crows, Perfect Blue Buildings The mass of men lead … Continue reading

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i am 5am

the zen of all sky, no sun. first breaths, and livening of lungs. i am slow beat of heart and feet, rhythmic pull of chest. i am fast (g)race, unmetered pace, blurred face and untamed. blessed.

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running through

a slow and gentle rain calls and falls on street-slap feet. i conquer 2.5, alive with the scent of skywater on skin and a new day to begin. the drops become a rhythm, a rhyme, a song, the long slow … Continue reading

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