Variation theme. Time defy expectation. Never changed schmaltz. Administer Love. Care. Precision mind. Metered. Perfected. Divine pi Equality. Magic apple vine.
Who B saying it takes all kinds don't know much. "I ain't at home in this whirL". The old Negro spiritual wafting through the last 100 years, weaves together versions by the Carter family, Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan and Clarence "Frogman" Henry.
Dad disappeared the coin but Chuck found it in his cuff, hidden back his head or swallowed without faucet water. Where Chuck at . . . IS gone? Dad WAS real. The coin trick, some fakery. Wee me in the rough.
The table full. Kin folks have bottled it with cork; then let it drop from hundreds of feet to bob upon dense oceans -- cradled, unbroken.
I said, “a human body can't do that & stay alive", while sitting at the Lord's supper. It kinda makes me wonder . . . IF a chair set there. Propping uncle C.D. on pillows so the rattle of breath couldn't leave.
Circular ships up UP away turn, turning, turned or linear fuselages freeze- framed nose down, downward, splattered. Dropped from Titanic’s top deck. Cradled sloshing SEA, gurgling C, white lightning emotions SEE.
The twin pink/rose hips. Yonder moon pushing/pulling droplets & collecting/dispersing wet.
Beginning/Ending. Alone/nonetheless.
No two grains of sand nor snowflakes = flat earth event horizon. Nothing new under sky. A purple sun is done?
Why! y! WHY!
Abundant. Special. Home feel advantage. Roam plains, valleys, hills & dells, tracking blood moons. Chewing shafts of dry yellow straw, watching clouds pass. Adopted sky holding birds aloft. Nerve to ask.
"I ain't home in this world", familiar/estrange. Sign post up ahead; whooooosh, hang on to your tears.
When Linda Ruth asked, "Does he have bear hands, brother"?
Very small & twiggy caramel girl. Braided, shining black pig tails. Fearful, scared & bug-eyed like a visitor from another Whirl. Galaxy/Spawn.
"OR does he have on Halloween gloves . . . ."?
"Bare hands for gosh sakes". 'There! Then! Myself or I know nothing at all'.
Exceed/Time. Animate. Retain/Change.
Forever recollection eternal. They rhyme.
Mine = not + not/not + not = mine.
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