too short (Sur) Con/Jur/d, 11/16/2024 to be not hear the silence before and after the dogs the bells the sheep the hills bare looking up from the caravan the fire calling you to dinner looking toward stars everything a memory, to say this way.
uncountable (Deza) Con/Jur/d, 11/16/2024 STOP counting, your breaths (i) beg you, we said you can’t live (fully) amid all the noise they keep finding uncountable (SUNS) exploding live like that instead.
Both (Ways) Con/Jur/d, 11/16/2024 We do not know why this sudden rush, the L.A.N.G.U.A.G.E is a way, locked inside the cadence an age and the inherent TIMELESSNESS we will be 18 forever or 12 or 30, better to write it out when we’re older, slow it down at fourty, fifty, sixty, we’ll be here forever death is the only thing that passes QUICK! QUICK! and we’ll never remember it.
THANKS TO Alexandra Zakharenko, Perila for today’s inspiration!
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 11/16/2024