she is wise
in her madness
the solitary wren.
wingtips flutter,
perhaps, after all
she is peregrine
as she swoops and dives
but What’s in a name
when the question at hand
is speci-alis
Unlucky Thirteen, or
so it’s been told
but what if
it were eggplant?
a difficult matter
so muse.
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Perhaps, I contend, accident is the only catalyst. If that is so, how can one consciously invoke, evoke, or provoke change? Where does presence become future, and how can one use or acknowledge this to tackle the evolution of society?
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Miracles, like keyboard shortcuts, are context sensitive.
"He was very civil, Amasa, and he wanted it so badly."