after lambasting himconcurring he
had no discipline he happened upon an article on Thoreau Transcendentalism
usually he wasnt one to heap on pile on but when the gods align the
stars throwdown an form a smiley face on the black sky he couldnt sidestep it
“The best that
you can write will be the best you are.”
truly
its wasnt meant alone for Mr
Undisciplinedbut
he sharply pointed it out snapped
off the point in him then bludgeoned him with its hardwood shaft
You coud write
I could write.
Who?
Whomever
I write threefour letters a week Ive not considered it a discipline I will now
You love getting bills advertisements
coupons that you hardlyever use only them in your mailbox
Can you recallremember the light
inside you when someone took time out of
their dayimagined you as they wrote
Its a visitation
Metaphysical
Cuts both ways
It cuts both ways.
Cheap cut.
Ohnobrother price of stamps today I have letters that have three cent stamps on
th . .
.
. You keep letters?
I keep letters I keep the day
they were written keep their explanations wishes their mundane I keep
their words
Many
are dead now
Those are the only words I have to listen to
to restore resurrect their voice in my ears
I can see by your expression you
don believe meyou woudnt
You don receive letters
You don write letters
Realise When youre dead you will be silent
0910, Monday,
8 7. 24
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