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 Apr 2013 Michael Mitchell
Ottar
There are many wiser people, (wo)man,
where, wiser words, phrases that people can
say,
but  speak with love from lips with a,
voice, of reason with grace in time, peace, one day
mercy,
will be the contagion that will infect,
all, these are not soft words to find, to dissect,
great,
loss to learn, and more to achieve, demand,
cost, many lives and hard lessons, over and
over,
are we learning slowly or is the cause, wheels of
suspicion, turning on one another, afraid of strange ideals, of
who,
we are as people that say wise words, destruction
changing, not the greed, the need to be that percent, the seduction,
out,
of reach, out of touch, soiled-free lives, unrealistic
among, a common world, of uncommon people, heuristic
amazing,
solutions in lives where character is determined by the
grit, of coarse!

The globe spins,
smoother with
each rotation,
what winds,
blow us to
the ground , do
you stay down
or get back
up to meet
the next
blustery gust?
Today can you count the puns -1 or more...
The rhythm is stutter stop, just like they way we as HUMANS have
p r o b l e m s
the parabola
of your umbrella
as you offer it to the girl
becoming
increasingly
damp
in the rain

the ellipse
of your lips
against
hers

the circle
of your ring
around her
pretty little finger

the hyperbola
of your backs
arched away from
each other
as you sleep
soundly
in your bed

(if only she were me)
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