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Notes From the Shore - Prose Poetry
We are water; we are stone; we are solid and fluid. We are bursting rays uncontainable, yearning to escape the milky prison of consumer numbness —we try to remember— inside the heliographic night, inside yoga studios and juice bars, inside workshops and self-help, looking for something inside, looking for trails of invisible wonder through the city’s slumber, searching deep in the bones of skyscrapers, between the ribs of excess, picking at the toxic leftovers of the brilliance of industry.
Water Will Find You (because you belong here)
I am in a new current; I accept this baptism by whirlwind, this walk into expanses so endless it is like stargazing. snow from distant mountain ranges travels beside me though its path is elusive in this bone-dry vastness, and that moisture is never easy to discover. through Sage, Juniper and Yucca tangled into a tapestry of peculiar geological mishaps—I travel so far that I am suddenly small and unknown but somehow at home; how awe is simply the sudden recognition of place, a sense of belonging to the vastness you had forgotten.