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Sitting beneath one of them

 I think of you,

As they call to me in dreams of memory

Awoken to visions of family and connection

Laced in the opulence of some arid place

If even dry of thought

Desiccated from pushing themselves

Where I’ve run aground in the charade of concern  

In the seams

where desert minds wander

When contemplating weakness—

And my skin has shed repeatedly

In this season of summer moons

as peels of endurance scattered all around me

And I wonder on where you come from

What it means to be of the same place as you

Where we face the thirst for content

In our different ways

When the wind and the heat are a song of triumph

When embracing the hunger and the thirst slake the boredom

I wonder, what it means knowing how the hybridization of technology has brought us together

And I wonder, aesthetically, of what the future holds for us

and I wonder…

what you’ll think when you hear this .

windswept

There is an aesthetic

A dream; 

a whisper

In tension and strife

In struggle and solace

In the fringes where decay absolves memory

minimal and horrific in the way that;

You never get a second chance to make a first impression–

& it feels like molted feathers

blowing away

in an arid wind

Action

As if pins sliding past the teeth of a key

I am unlocking some. kind. of… thought-feeling-future

Endlessly hatching ideas

Dissecting words

words like “content”

where I watched a person fillet an eel alive

& it filled me with an emotion that was both impressed…

and mortified

there is something to be realized –

in how our minds work; in that –

the manner for which they are sharpened is a kind of survival in the making

and you make it; one day at a time

with every thought and feeling—

with every belief and idea—

with every expression.

We unlock the future with the key of our thoughts

Inside those thoughts and feelings

the seeds of your future self ae already planted

In the universality.

of what it means.

to grow.