Friday, May 29, 2015

frere puer aeternus

kid nocturne            a narrated fool winnows through the first page,
through the second, through the next and then into the rejuvenile buzzers
that bing him awake            as if there is no    asleep        whereby there is no rest
whereby he pierces his way into others' lives          folding sniffs of alertness in his pouch
EVERY TIME he overhears those times when people feel still, and well aware of their livelihoods
     the blessings between breaths             the mornings you splurge a little
                   add sugar to your cup of coffee                 


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above, picture of a screen shot taken from essajetticks' instagram page

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