SETTINGS Change

We're from different points of view.

We have different tales to go through,

And there is in that a delicate, breath-filled, feather-tailed whirl wind in the space between,

So dovetailed love-

let yours, without worry within, win

Yes to you and each and every one who thinks their hearts and heads don't talk as often as they should,

Who finds a space that's ephemeral and feels there's more to love than the cut and scrub of polished moons and hallowed balloons…

Consider the substrate between the boundaries of what can be seen and what's left for the Anthropocene.

To dismiss the incus in ink, pen and paper,

as the beginning,

Rather than medal and incubus for accumulating fractions.

In a world ever acclimating heartfelt redactions,

done in haste and worry of other worldly distractions//

There is a lot to blot in thanks and laughter,

Life's messy telescopic fastener.