the human tries softness
toward the world,
a hope for returning
feelings, a blunt
hope asked for from gods who
change environments
from local to distant,
who place the dangers of relief
too close to the homes
of lovers who
mis-judge intent, refuse to
leave sheltered mindsets
for freedom, an ageless
angst slipping through
soft flesh, releasing itself
to the stars when endings
plumb weaknesses
and reveal eternal longing.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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