You are my lighthouse when I'm adrift at sea, the glow of Heaven on a summer's day, the white rabbit I followed to the edge of the lake. When I get lost in your eyes you make me feel as liberated as the American flag. You make me feel like I have a reason to live, echoing with the wind. I come to your horizon and let my tears flow, and the sun feels warm on my skin, in my vacant heart. I have created a fool's paradise out of deep remorse, in the oceans I've explored, in this soulless position. I have seen many children come and go. I have seen many men and women stricken with grief. Unreckoned in a dutiless possession. I fall apart with every confession. Gazing at earth through my telescope, the rush of ecstasy makes me feel high.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Reason to live? Is this really you?
Seriously, watching you move through your feelings and experiences through your almost daily tumult of images and joyously confusing phrases, words combined unexpectedly to create chimeras and platypuses and centaurs, is like experiencing a series of sunsets on the beach, each day different weather, tides, waves, birds, clouds, boats, and sounds... for someone whose writing is as dense and sometimes seemingly impenetrable as yours, your feelings are always pretty clear, and one can almost intuit how your last day went and what you experienced.
This comment is very silvery and poised. I love the analogy and imagery of comparing my poetic outpour to being at a beach with varying weathers. Made me smile. I'm immensely devoted to my vocation. Thank you so much!!!
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