just past midnight

Slain by mere words, poetry, awakened by bladder and bird, both mocking my rest joyously

Her, 'had she said yes', Pamela Joyce whatever did quail last word, 'will I kill the future of you'

in saying now YES to me? Slightly pass the midnight hour I am awake having no doubt save for Annie who loves me well and truly, what mad jealousy will arise in her? M reminds me she is a rescue cat living by my asking for her love and at that an only child Yet now M P and me and Annie have had difficulties with our parents time healing all wounds with modest efforts.

There seems a seemly comeliness organic between us by The Parent mother/father creation announced by rages of sages simpering and shouting ideal. Whose perfection I no longer doubt while knowing my imperfections better and those apparent in all life the World distempered by US we all too many now. Knowing the many goofs gaffs, slips between cup and mouth am I a fool for love of course.

And told by the creator of this our magnificent stage that I am to acknowledge the suffering to become this minute myself born by all the minutes and hours preceding to be here now glorious. Having grumbled a lifetime I now sing the particle apparent in all I meet even my executioners formerly restive resistant reluctant now I sense it is the interlocutor who directs their play as well.

Not sure I could advocate the same for the father/mother of a daughter diced scattered in potters anonymous field but being well acquainted with my own sorrows and griefs healed I would listen their woe while holding their hearts in my embrace certain all the means and measures of man will pass with this constellation away love ideal remaining imperturbable.

I sense my course run to prove the interlocutor who now directs me to move into life confident.

We are of, by, for the origin evolving more and love's never lost convicted.

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