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...fireside conversations with aged cheese, sarcastic delicatessens and wine


 
..feels like i’ve been eating bones of  
the world for years...and every  
moment is like searching for god in
the last droplette of
water            
 
but to understand something: is to  
know not a thing at all, yet, inside
there's a lingering hint that maybe  
i've lived much too long
 
though must confess   -  i find  
the petals with secret memorabilia  
written inside their styms to be  
truly rewarding
 
to even finding strangeness within  
myself, it is half comical and half  
agonising’ giving a sensation of  
feeling  naturally sexy
 
then there’s  those     yes those.. .  
    
I don’t know which bludgeons me  
more about observing nature in  
the raw:  
the beauty of pathos, the  beauty  
of transcendence’ or..or .. the  
smooth qualitative beauty of just
being
 
cunningly-insisting on having their  
alchemic ways to pollinate inside  
me,   -  ever feeding ologies and  
embers to their main devoted bitch,  
 
How animalic of them!.
 
and this my dear one..  
is what keeps a social scientist  
eagerly   up   all   night  
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
HowlingWhelms
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Published | Edited 23rd Dec 2018
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