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Bio


so many conversations in the air today,
trees growing up and down the sky,
leaves whispering to other leaves,
chlorophylic philosophies podcast
on the wind, and this twisting trail
beneath my feet is walking me towards
the shaled-limestoned edge of an escarpment,
high point of this region, signpost of my childhood,
to where a city skyline embroiders the horizon
with comittments, some soulful, some tender,
but generally not, and I have always preferred
Colgate to Crest, lemon juice to salt,
always thought that the observable
explains the unobservable, and yet,
all my extracurricular thinking leads
me back to one implosive question;
why are dreamers thought of as
the ones who have not-yet arrived?

to summarize,
if you don't like the answer,
ask a different question