Love
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Spin, The World
To follow a dream is to be fed by that dream
Daydreaming is not a lonely laze.
To sit still and listen, to follow a dream is to be fed by that dream.
Here I am so many dreams stacked up, but only one.
Still that roaring tide where the want of you matches the dreams envy of the possible touch of you.
How insistent the dreamspace of you is! Even the whirl of each fan reminds, "Still it's her... Still, it's her...."
I continue words to you, and the fans continue, "He's doing his job, he's doing his job, he's doing his job."
As if you are preordained by The Holy Ghost Himself and I charged with this epic fantastical fantasy to reach you.
So many days in and the dream's want of you and the skin's want of the dream, become the same thing.
I am a lifetime of quiet sleepless hot dreams of you.
My urge for you is your touch. My desire, our covenant called 'maybe someday if the world might move a certain way.'
If Atlas' choice to shrug could shake the world to sense the sensible definition of a good life,
If his shake would quake awake the recognition that one element every story must have is hope,
Then to remember each life is a single story in a grand tale called Life, and even the world itself could not spin without hope.
And so, I spin with the World with the hope for you.
~ Wynn ~
She still holds the night under the waves a lake can make.
She still keeps safe the dream of the moon.
A flower, a tree, or you and me, can’t be without the dark.
Too much of anything will kill you.
Someone tell the sun.
The moon shines back the light for you and me and love.
~ Wynn ~
Punctuation.
2024.04.10
2024.04.10
Good morning, that wonderful way.
My use of grammar is my own.
At times obvious in its stretch, from what's expected.
But the point of writing is clarity of expression.
To tell the tale of the thoughts, be them story, essay, poem, dissertation; the idea is the conveyance of the experience of dream through glyph.
Punctuation is a route and not a roadmap.
The path the words take to get to you.
Sometimes there are unexpected detours.
Sometimes, 'Hey, look! A moose!’ slows down the trip by adding to the trip.
The words are our tools, they are the author's breadcrumb trail to show the scenery.
Punctuation makes necessary stops on the freeway.
Breath-catch places to take in the sights or use the restroom.
A quick period for some fast food.
'What's a semi-colon doing here? This place has fine dining? It seems so out of place. Ooh, look at the memorial to the founding of this city. So much culture. To think we just stopped to pee!'
Grammar.
Punctuation.
Spelling stays.
A word is its glyphs and what those glyphs can and might be able to do.
Every word has at least one thing in common: Potential.
The ability to grow.
Words are living things or they're just etches in sand, on slates, and screens.
All living things grow.
So, within each word is not the capability to grow, but the necessity to.
Even in your name, this holds true.
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What is love if not the mystery of what love might be?
We redefine it every moment, everyday.
We dedicate ourselves to making shape and sense of it by adding the recognition of it to all our actions.
Love interrupted?
Only distracted by what requires love to be sustained.
Selfless love does not exist, because it requires intent.
Unintentional love is not love but opportunity for a new place for love.
Choice, love comes down to choice.
Not whether or not we love, whether or not we choose to spend it intentionally where we are.
When love stagnates, it grows heavy and drags one down, and creates a depression where they stand.
The possessor of the withheld love is best served by moving along and spending that fire.
We all hold that fire called love.
Where we choose to spend that fire becomes our life.
That flame is the most important of all, our precious gift.
We must create with it, or it will bring us down from the weight of waiting with it.
Be careful how you spend your fire, but make sure you do.
Hold a torch too long... you become the torch.
Walk on. Light up new realities, dream new dreams and set them alive with your own God gifted sunshine.
+he Ghos+
~ Wynn ~