【Ｉｏｎｃｅｗａｓａｓｏｌｉｄｔｈｉｎｇ】 — ᔕᔕƎᖇᑭ ᴱᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ 𖣘 ᴿᴱᵀᵁᴿᴺ ᑭᖇEᔕᔕ

【Ｉｏｎｃｅｗａｓａｓｏｌｉｄｔｈｉｎｇ】

POETRY
05-10-02023

oh, oh, oh, I, I, I,

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was once a solid thing, then another . . .

another 彡

and . . .

it will bring me back to an old place,

if I go on anothering like this.

It's eerie, to know I was a child

in a past that feels so old.

That child is more my elder than most elders.

A

be 彡

becoming little 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵-𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻 that kid was, all id & identity in F≋L≋U≋X,

solid as the floor is ᒪᗩᐯᗩ,

in the world’s lamp,

bouncing for the bounce of it.

The time between us?

So many little deaths do make one looong fatigue.

That between appears to me as clouds, stretching back and various.

Storm charged blowhards,

tugging flamboyant floofs by the fluff.

Above them, high-altitude wisps,

barely there at all,

dissipating into an eager empty sky

{[(꩜)]}---{░░░}--{(꩜)}---{[▓▓]}--{[(꩜)]}—█▓▒░

░▒▓█—{[(꩜)]}--{[▓▓]}---{(꩜)}--{░░░}---{[(꩜)]}

Clouds that all once had a solid feel,

from their grifting center.

All the while changing,

in unseen heat and motion,

becoming new with an all-at-once sleight of hand of a decent pick-pocket.

Slipping was where I kept my will be.

It took me this long to know it.

I lost the privilege of fool-me-once stabilities.

What forms me now is much the same.

So steal it! If it thrills you,

but know I'd give it willing.

oh, oh, oh, I, I, I,

{[(꩜)]}---{░░░}--{(꩜)}---{[▓▓]}--{[(꩜)]}—█▓▒░

░▒▓█—{[(꩜)]}--{[▓▓]}---{(꩜)}--{░░░}---{[(꩜)]}

Must say hello now.

“Hello clouds,

hello cloaks-n-daggers,

hello misty midst of me.”

How long has my motion shown you a such a good time?

How well my heat moves molecules.

I think I feel my elder bouncing off me.

Or I off them.

All of us forgetting and reminding each other,

of a suspicion.

From my life end-2-end,

some great force conspires

to show me a dam good time.