These days the topography of life varies, oftentimes violently. I’m incredibly grateful for the stabilizing forces in my life: among them, poetry.
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These days the topography of life varies, oftentimes violently. I’m incredibly grateful for the stabilizing forces in my life: among them, poetry.
Chaim ben Avram 
oooooo E Chaim. I’ve written you many messages in this medium and they have continually been erased. It’s an exercise. I’m what I do not know but it is an exercise. Mostly in futility but also in endurance. Because here I am writing again. I love this piece. I feel the tugs and energy creation and dissipation. The insects stopping here when they sense a desert which is really a mirage for the well. What a turn in the thirsty desert traveler tale. The lake that is actually brine. The playground that is overrun yet not but a disaster which is mearly a part of the natural flow of life. And much more. Will continue to turn this one over in my mind and mouth like a treasured bite.
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Touched by your take on the piece, Yehoshua, and endurance. I didn’t know until receiving your message that messages were even a feature on my site. I’m clearly a bit of a Luddite. Nu, I’ll be following up with greater frequency. Wishing you fortitude and bliss. Havelai – CBA
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