Because
words are ghosts
after the death of wonder
and the end of awe
have stopped explaining
and exploring
the beginning of fear.
Hear,
there,
be dragons.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
Me thinks your words have twisted my thoughts into a not knowing even fire cannot contain
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With Brush in hand I hope?
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More like compost and petals !
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I love the shape of this poem, a dragon’s tail or a wisp of smoke rising from the dragon’s lair.
An incantation.
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Thank you Jilanne–perhaps that is what poetry is. An incantation. A wordy description of the wordless beast that lies where mind meets matter…
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this is perfectly realized…really perfect
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*blush*
Thank you Liana.
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This is amazing, JCC. The other side of the map I wrote about recently, and much more honest. Briliant.
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Thank you Susan. We all have our own maps I think, that we are hopefully constantly updating…
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Mine is being rerouted for construction all the time.
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My mental spellcheck requires coffee to function properly.
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I read it first on my phone, so I didn’t even notice….I need glasses…
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😉
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