the_good_shall_go_unnoticed tender_square (a poem composed from "half_asleep_thoughts") it's a brand new morning, and we are layered in triplicate. all i really know is that i am what i discover. we see different kinds of static that can explain this, the plan to hold and be beholden to no one. my eyes were requiring the sea to return. viscous breezes. muscles lost to the sandcastle that didn't really have a firm life. i'm drawn to the places that taste most like you. it's something that comes swelling outward: little drill bits of love, blown back onto the stark slope of what's holding you. we should be talking, but we have the emotional career of rubies. and i get paid to carry an extra heart inside me. 220215 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I can imagine the windy beach! And the nervousness about carrying metaphorical rubies. 220216 ... e_o_i ...er, I guess I was conflating the rubies with the extra heart. Both red_things (plus, it's hard to tell apart reading and misreading, as kerry insightfully said). But yeah, great work! 220216 ... tender_square aw, shucks! thanks e_o_i! 220216 ... kerry "all really know is that i am what i discover." beautiful. 220217 what's it to you? who go blather from