that bookchair thirst for travel
begun long ago on oak-branch horses
penciled blank-book stories
and no one had to know
your delight in these treasures
of every hidden world
what need to share? to boast?
how we dilute our all
in the cutting world
when stumbling tongues fail
to proclaim dazzling deeps of upblue
though they ever pulse the heart
Graceful Press Poetry 
Books and words–definitely I’ve been lost in them my whole life.
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a good place to be 🙂
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Yes, indeed!
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Yes, those hidden worlds (and stars, too!). (K)
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how we dilute our all
in the cutting world
Wow. And we (I) do.
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Self-preservation? Or maybe the world couldn’t handle us full-strength 😉
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Teehee. Perhaps.
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“How we dilute our all”. Really resonated with me as well. This world is a fraction, a microcosm, it’s all about boundaries.
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Fabulous!!!
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