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sending love
to the C-block prison cell

of its word form
deteriorates its presence exponentially;

it is best experienced as an
unidentified, untitled force

whose power is exercised by all
who know---it was from this very force

they were conceived.

:::

push your heart into a corner

and tell it,

"we have to start here."

unless it accepts its starting point,

you must keep your heart outside

of your chest and say again,

"we have to start here."

~

once your heart has accepted

its starting point,

you will, again, find it residing

beneath your ribs

crying in the first moment

of its healing.

:::

denial is a primitive coping mechanism;

it is effective---

occasionally too much so.

You, however,

make me feeling some more primitive,

more innate,

more intuitive,

more explicit,

itself so true---

it is denied by denial.

:::

my fingers have bled twisting this basket;

at times, the rain of my ego

taps like a jazz dancer---

or it chooses to pour

from a perpetual pitcher...

still, i will carry my basket.

on a beach, i will collect sea shells;

on a mountain, i will capture a jar of winds;

on a bench, i will write what i yearn

will be scored.

i will fill this basket and give it to You,

time and time again.

in Your solitude,

i will believe in the thought

my basket will be rummaged and robbed empty.

---of which effects inspire

a changing bounty in You.

---of which effects You, in turn,

make a basket

and give its treasures to a number

far greater than one.