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I’ve been a fool long enough.

My eyes dazed upon the flame,

so bright, courageous, and warm in the dark,

I hungrily reached out, deadly too close, to the boundary.

Until, finally, I caught myself in spiegel.

Listen:

It’s not what we take that brings warmth to us.

It’s what rules we choose to abide by

that allows us to stand on our two feet under the glorious sun

and be at ease with ourselves

that keeps us warm.

Commit:

We will endure what comes before us.

Suffering will not, albeit close, last eternally.

Should we be alone all the way in the end,

we will find strength enough for a smile

for we will know we have done it the right way.

Believe.

8.16.2024

Line

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Come on, my friend, don’t be afraid,

I wish you’d be glad than be sad,

For glimpse in eyes, I saw gaze shy,

I guessed what might start this fright

If you know what I think you know,

Please see light in this I promise,

For this I keep to all I avow:

I won’t seek to cross this line.

This line, I know, I dared too well,

For my heart, too, knew when it sang.

Still worry not, for I honor my kin,

Through thick and thin, it’s here to stay.

So hear me out, please, when I say,

Worry not, and stay in delight

For journey’s long and dark and winded,

I seek to trust and repute our creed.

This creed to help, and do good a deed,

Beyond our skin and belly we fill,

I believe this above my greed.

So this is the line I vow to keep.

8.5.2024

Sway

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remember this moment,

the moment you are swaying.

The swing does feels better

when it sways,

soaring into crisp air of autumn.

Magic is in there, they say.

A vignette of effervescent thing of life

is caught in the requiem of the fall sunset.

Your words stirred something in my chest,

in spite of all my effort against it;

so I loosened my coat,

and walked further into the woods.

8.13.2024

Longing

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Fortunately – or unfortunately –

I glimpsed over at the nocturnal green cover

William Matthews’s poetry book.

The flash of lazy summer sky

over the three-story apartment in Brookline

zooming by like a blurry window scene in an Amtrak car.

The sweet warmth – that somehow imbued under my skin

from the hollow cool atmosphere above –

radiated in waves, like softly swinging hammock

with a glass of wine and a love song from radio head.

I blinked. I stared ahead towards what was to come.

Warmth – I chose to believe what I felt in my heart.

The glowing red yolk over the horizon –

graciously engulfing all my worries and sadness –

gloriously radiating, unapologetically, childishly, happily.

my arms are wide open without the usual guard

for I chose to live once more again.

6.24.2024