When the rains came into the tightly woven handprint the cats could be heard cowling. Vicious circles of snarls and claws. Paper-cuts make steel look soft. When the waves crash a bluebird vanished without a dawn to sing for. Clinging to statues does nothing for your enunciation. Quickly carving fresh faces and the worlds would not fall into place again. The lowest points in corporeal valleys hide the voracious tongue collectors.
Protecting ideas from foregone prototypes the creature descended as far into the depths as her willpower could manage in this place. Placating emptiness known gardeners count the blades of grass when love failed. Granules of heartfelt deliberation sparked the bottom feeders. Gone now, how was the sniveling tooth reflector?
Unknown excitement of a wondrous nature invades the pockets of hidden awareness when it found them again. Awakened visions stir the cauldron as the fog left. Once you forget the way, it still only might be found again. Used to know how these people were everyday. As the rocks give way, don't be startled when they come through the ways. Let go when the wind takes you, the walls fell away only when they wanted to. When does it decide how to deliver the message? Her smile was a preparation not your personal revelation. Abandoned invocations populate the dreamers heart. Solace in solitude learned I am the only one to hold on so tightly to the love I am.
-Ed Tajchman
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