Saturday, May 18, 2019

Dreaming Boat

comme je descendais des fleuves impassibles


Love is silence speaking. Thought is just an echo. There’s metaphor, mythology, and the power of three. Like white lightning, thunderbirds, a feathered serpent swallowing its tail.

Love does and thought redux. Imagine string theory, chemistry experiments, magic crystals, organic homegrown DNA, individually universal Buddha.

Third love is not romantic but non-empirical. Neither is postmodern nihilistic as one is not two. Lilacs blossoming, the last of the spring peepers, electric pear tree.

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