Day 10

"Burma-Shave" style

Breathing deeper

Thinking lesser

Leads to me-er

Then to us-er.

Medi-Tate








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Day 5

One Flower

by Jack Kerouc

One flower

   on the cliffside

Nodding at the canyon

one-

iric flower

patches, no less on-

tic than the

granite cliffside,

funneling swirled breezes toward nodding

blossoms, plump with fragrances at-

hirst for winged rendezvous, the

symbiosis transcends their universe, the canyon

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Day 2

Kvasir's Mead. 4th grade escapes.

After recess

Of worn-conjoined-colossal-tires,

buried-chopsticked-telephone-poles and 

pounded-rounded-darkened dirt,

We sit,

In class-now-everland.

Lights off.

Desks cleared.

Still.

Quiet.

Minds of kindling, giddy to ignite.

Again.

Daylight slinks,

Eavesdropping through closed, unblinded windows.

The gods are here.

Swarming, ancient wilds.

Monstrous things.

Birthings, warrings.

Asgard.

Earth.

Humans awe, exalt.

Hubris rewards with fresh miseries.

Love, kindness

Exalted.

Still, be wary.

Always.

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