Conversing becomes poetic
Conversing becomes poetic
Using dense words
And no words
Travels know woods
Tasting growing coulds
O how I love
Conversing growing poetic!
:- Doug.

Conversing becomes poetic
Using dense words
And no words
Travels know woods
Tasting growing coulds
O how I love
Conversing growing poetic!
:- Doug.
We are not made up
of fingernails and
belly buttons
but they of us
in the same way God?]
:- Doug.
Five thousands of leaves
On this little maple!
How many and finely your receptors
:- Doug.
These ordinary people around us
here, in this place,
are richly complex, teeming
:- Doug.
Staying in the deeps: here there be life, here there be tunnels, currents, growing.
:- Doug.
Most do not see from larger
This will take patience long
And kindliness
Computers are fixed or replaced
Friends unfold
:- Doug.
The shell between us is thin
in places and thick
If it does not crack here….
:- Doug.
Can we imagine ourselves speaking from within the person we came to be?
:- Doug.