the first time you learn what it means to have your heart wrenched like a motor in its mount being dis- mounted by life finding yourself rider- less, no man at the helm no hand on the tiller no head in the helm- et heart less ...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
which leaves me asking yes what have we learnt…
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Often not enough I’m afraid…
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‘wrenched like a
motor in its mount’
very good – v-rmmmm
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Thanksgnkgnkgnkgggg–chshshshsssssss
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Oh, unpolited loneliness. LOVE.
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unpiloted. Sheesh 😉
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I got it. Thanks. But I like “unpolited”, as in “un-poe-LIGHTed” (from polite) and “un-POE-litted” (from polity) both…what a fun word….hmmmm…spinning off….
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🙂
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I tried clicking on the title, but nothing happened… 😉
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Hmmm….click it again…like me…LIKE me…LIKE ME!!!!
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“nothing happened”….yeah, they say that happens more and more when you’re over forty….
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This is such a powerful write, it makes me want to follow your writing more closely.
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Thank you so much Wuji–
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This washed my hear with shadows of old heart-wrenchings. Ah yes. We have all had this happen many times by now. Alice
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