Mourning Means Many Things

(…thin &       sometimes     –> t ALL     pouring hourglass rains                     Oh All!<– she’s all within my mind orsome-suchSilly paIN___it’s  killing me!   & the silverrain falls upon eloquence  with logic — ties me up and arrests me!)

becomes or became? What, if anything? Began a greater force known as Nature!

Morns as these –unseen–a
-part of this or that___ fluttering first caught my eyes Then my mouth i ate
the truth and spat out it for my own reality. Did i this. This i did.
–by date of breakfast–by miracles–and brides before___/|||\ we clibmed down
for apocalypse___worlds___floods____faint-by man-made device lost lives ___elapse
from sighing | Emily says,
“Faith–The Experiment of Our Lord.” Emily Dickinson (rest by eprobles)

Good evening
Good Morning

:: 10.12.2022 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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