Thursday
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Thursday, February 11, 2021 at 01:44PM
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W i n g a n d S h a d o w
Magnolia Cemetery
Augusta, Georgia
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Since when did keeping things to ourselves
help us to better remember them?
We need tutorials from predecessors.
To restore what's missing makes a science
of equating like with like, or touching
small pebbles on a larger mental abacus.
We hitch a memory of order to ourselves:
From rotating bodies in space comes wind,
by which we're buffeted, cooled, or graced;
The sun warms both the sunflower
and the angel with whom we might wrestle;
We get some lyrics from a higher power
and then we act on or for each other.
In calculated reunions of broken parts,
the latter must always feel the former,
inherit both the track and the turn.
A situation like an empty orchestra.
And when we try to sing above it, intuit,
and even in our singing are mistaken --
if pitch is something sought and never pure,
if latter sounds like something we can climb
as opposed to where we find ourselves
more recently in our relations, in time,
having been left or starting our leave-taking --
something happened -- someone followed someone.
Someone had. Even held. Our formers.
We're doppelgangers, saintly or undone;
pick a song and listen for your cue.
Here's the void. Now sing some compensation.
= Michael Morse =
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Happy Thursday
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