I
genus differentia
i told and i'll tell ya
i inheres in still tender
and retend by like fire
II
and it's true, yesterday, i threw my symbols out the river
it was heavy on me, and still worst of it tempering
well it's truer yet still, that they all washed up taller
like wax material transfer mixed media raring
for insomnia paradoxia, i lay there just thinking,
that why is soft pastel when oil pastel's softer?
now writing this morning, now about ten things talking,
it's all softer now softer
for i am a soft squall squalling
III
i'm this transcribe like music i wrote down last night
could not relay the rhythm for that very first measure
some syncopate function and still not quite right
and i fear further prefix preglutinate quaver
so be gentle
'cos it's true
when you play it
it's there
it's there as intended
by elisive disclosure
idealist mystic
inside
how it is
it is
IV
the isis told me full moons
are octaves away
you're sharp enough for tomatoes
and the garlic, it needs you
other things said
more on myself
my guitar needs exactly the softest
i can possibly touch
happy first birthday to my all of this. i am reflecting on how i started in an effort to transmute some of my typical seasonal affectation into something constructive, and to make myself finish pieces. while i had written song lyrics before, i was mostly new to poetry unaccompanied. i think i have grown a lot. and better yet, i found accompany. especially recently, reading the artists i follow, reflecting, and writing here have been the shining centre of my days. discrete uncountable infinite love to the few wonderful and intriguing souls i have met along these ways - may we all continue to create beautiful things x