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What Sticks – EpigraMarch Day 31

Please stick with me, will you? come hell or high water come worse than the worst that we've feared Let's stay with the trouble and stick out our necks and be gentle and fearsome and weird

What sticks is the stones and the roads that they're paving what sticks are foundations yet laid But if all else should fail and if nothing remains then what sticks are the friends that we've made

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Word of God – EpigraMarch Day 28

Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned have taken names and steps in vain have acted careless, rushed, profane made choices I cannot rescind

We are by fractions born again and hope each time not first nor last the worst be of our follies past and we are wiser now than then

but "then" becomes a distant land and I once more in search of signs distrust each one and draw my lines divining where I ought to stand

and humbled by a dreadful fact: There's no such sign one can't ignore each call is but an open door and one must choose to hear and act

So how to hear and how to choose and how to part the sea of noise and not get lost in lesser joys and how to weather what ensues?

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Elsewhere – EpigraMarch Day 30

On so many landscapes rise so many sunsets In so many cities: A jumble of words The smells and the noises, the sounds of the subway the people, the crows and the migrating birds

A map in my head uncompleted and aching for elsewhere wherever the here or the now No matter how sacred no matter how pleasant There's light in the distance where margins allow

What else might be hiding behind this here tower? Where else is a spot on which pigeons may perch? Where else is an endlessness waiting to happen? Where else is a garden or sculpture or church?

Then up-close, in person, at ends of each journey the distance has left one more space no less fair Familiar one more little fraction of cosmos and left now to find a new elsewhere elsewhere

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Find Replace – EpigraMarch Day 29

"Less broken than yesterday" written in fibrin with highest praise and deepest woe on the bug report of a soul mid-theseus

Find Replace Replace again Put shape in head Find flaws find leaks Find shards to fill the driver's seat and kill them when they fall behind Repeat. Report. Rebrand.

A broom replaced in whole still sweeps So what's the damage? Whats the cost? With so much gained and so much lost we slump against that self same wall and bang our heads to the tune of let's get this over with

So find Replace Touch stove Touch base

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Scream – EpigraMarch Day 27

Too frequently I'll knock the wood but never harder only more to summon someone to the door to not be louder than I should

and rarely raise my voice above the level of projected speech to call for someone I must reach and when I do it just sounds off

So I don't think I've ever screamed at anyone for any cause been sharp and hurtful, bared my claws but shouting I'd have never dreamed

Appealing is the abstract thought of screaming at the nightly sky Yet any time I really try the voice is wrong and faint and caught

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Almanac – EpigraMarch Day 26

Write me an almanac! Write me a story of things going always as planned Inscribe in the orbits of planets a rule and a fate in the grooves of my hand

Write me a world of immaculate clockwork Tell me the days where it rains Tell me where saplings are best to be planted and tell me the cause of my pains

Give me a reason –I don't wish to choose– why this breakfast is better than that And what does it mean for my imminent fate to have spotted in twilight a cat?

Write me an almanac! Give me a guidebook! Dissect every month and each day I've feared for so long and have almost believed that there's dice which just fall as they may

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High Above – EpigraMarch Day 25

We have built this here tower through genius design and with skill as seen never before Oh but still we shall look –being almost divine– more like ants from the uppermost floor

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Timeline – EpigraMarch Day 24

At t minus thirteen point seven nine billion: A cosmic insurgence of time At t minus four point six billion our light first condensed from the heavenly grime

Then point one billion later the earth coalesced to a sphere within gravity's strife At t minus four or so billion ago: A process that some might call life

At t minus three point five billion it learned how to capture the might of the sun At t minus one point six billion some cells find a shape as the parts of their sum

Point five we get flora, point three early mammals Point oh six they rise from the dust that left only the birds of those monsters that ruled for the blink of an eyelid the crust

Then point oh one the primates, oh oh two the humans Three ohs and they're mostly like us At oh oh oh oh oh five the first written word just in time, for there's much to discuss

So then what will you do, little bundle of limbs? It is late, I don't mean to offend Roughly t minus nothing a person is born and in less than a moment they'll end