The honest soul Emotions cradled in genius And the crucible of trauma And then the boundaries that a complete human make And beauty as a catalyst Thus we are awakened In the heart of the endless loop

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Why book have covers She lives in words Some I have read Some written to me As loud as any voice that echoes through the soul And so I too live in words Not knowing who might read that thus would hear Or if she might, or does, or has The lemma of this existence a darker grammar I have not mastered Perhaps she has Except a hint In a writer and a reader’s vocabulary This is why books have covers Here as in the endless loop

Always say goodbye Read that in a book But sometimes you can’t Or in leaving another can’t But I remember a promise made And it would not permit such parting Even though parting came In the endless loop

If you needed me The rhythm of relationships of wonder Sustained in the place let go By a promise I would come to you Of course I would Another image I cannot let go Understanding forgetting is not permitted in the spectrum Or in the endless loop

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A world of walls Choices in living But even concrete is paper thin to the soul And those choices we are born with nature made Yet aware those the mind believes Someone wrote of prayer as speaking to God But what might be answers from God raise more clinical issues And so those choices And promises And the sounds of unquiet unwished for silence And what might be loss whatever the cause Stoicism is powerless to pause

For the living poets Composing in what might be silence Some called for prayer Some spoke in a promise Knowing the one who wrote will always be with And that in gratitude will be cause for prayer Captain of my soul The poets stand for thee And so do I In the endless loop

The spirit animal The white owl With things returned she was new A gift I did not understand but now I do An accompaniment to wisdom Perhaps to kindle mine And fuel these words that seem let go to come To be read, perhaps to speak But always to dream Safely In the endless loop