Dec 31, 2019
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Funeral
Maybe with funerals there's something  kinda  wrong How do you say goodbye to someone who has already gone? But that's not it eh maybe.  no it's how you commit someone to a memory. Transform perhaps that substantial presence to hold inside that ache and warm   We have funerals maybe  then to make someone a soul.... And so we hug and weep to recreate and press to heart  the quintessence  of  their whole
Kleinies.
If I could love you with a place I would love you with this
And if I could colour my soul I would
in  this sun and  sea
To cover all the dark and hurt fucked up humanity
it would disappear
beneath the glow of sand and
my hand would trace as it has done before
the now that is just now so
endlessly........
and sea drags against my feet..the wind tugs at a sleeve
its this
 this place
i meet my everyone...
they are here who I breathe
It was a brief but glorious evening of Aurora Zebrialis
He seemed to emerge from a space deep in himself.
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In the end, thought Kicking Horse, things got really fcked up
MONDAY
Monday will always come, maybe anoint our wishes; or disappoint our new beginnings, and thus clutched to its dawn so  unwanted, the fabric of our  past sinnings; Stretched to untangle us  from this fray of pasts,  from these darkened ends of a day's new start - and see and feel perhaps the dull bright thud of hope and hurt at the edges of our heart.
the town would often loom in marshall’s dreams