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them: a mediation of air

* they always tell you in times of stress to breathe,

just breathe.

but what if it’s your inhalation that’s toxic?

...if the molecular composition of air can no longer sustain you, be assimilated?

...if your own lungs have turned against you refusing to ingest one atom more

of this vile, odious atmosphere that's tainted, once shared by…

them? * 7/15 = 3/26 - lebuc - them: a mediation of air

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lament/attempt

* i can either lament a loss or attempt to recreate a gain, again

as the past has passed, is passe & my present presents presents with presence

& impresses upon a prescient to press on

though pressure ascends as attention intends,

as aspiration, accomplishment, intimation awaits

in ways yet unfaced, for a future yet infused as fate. * 7/26 - lebuc - lament/attempt

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all the other angels

* the other angels asked me about you and i totally agreed about your similarity; they should as well,

you’re one of ‘em.

even today i can see it.

actually, i always knew - even back when we were, what you’d eventually be.

i don’t see, however why they’re stopping you now deigning to ask questions

about me. * 4/14 - 2/26 - lebuc - all the other angels

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spice theory

* salt comes to the realization & makes a declaration: pepper is no longer welcomed on the table of condiments, as it is thought  somehow inferior for preservation...

as well - powdered onion & garlic,   now relegated to the depths of dark, cool cabinets, permitted light-of-day entry, only under strict supervision, 

claimed to be unable to temper themselves properly.

allspice, nutmeg & cinnamon watch in dismay as the ban on their admission as full-bodied spicelings thought over-roasted by some, 

does not abate  even at this late date in time...

certain other communities frown upon marjoram & rosemary for their ‘sinful’ interminglings, same with oregano & thyme, to the delight of ‘taste purists’ there.

meanwhile, a continent away, sugar declares that all curry  be deemed non-savory,

no longer freely allowable in main courses or desserts  due to fears they tend to overwhelm whenever & wherever allowed.

how silly must this all sound to the uncoarse ear;

after all, spices aren’t sentient & are totally oblivious of the grandeur of their synergistic effects: making consumables that much more delectable by their very presence ( ...they make good eats gooder ).

were they somehow self-aware, they'd surely recognize how each of them is unique & imparts their particular essence;

how each has a place in a discriminating, non-discriminate environment,  when & wherever they happen to be found.

what - if anything  could we learn by adopting such a spice theory to flavor this earthy orb, dropped into a milky stew, sustaining our galaxial lives & appetites for our own savory pleasure... what? * 9/19 - 3/26 - lebuc - spice theory

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spectre, impending

* the impending spectre gives - on it's own - no good reason for an optimistic outlook.

the state of the state engenders no shortage of angst, anguish & disaffection for all things political;

but, personal becomes political where your stance refuses to capitulate to intolerance

rejects those who refuse to seed & water human saplings with the largesse & finesse required for fruitful, joyous days unto years.

may our dailies reflect both our place, our respectful pacing in clarity, empathy, resolve;

outlasting any quadrennial onslaught with our own compass intact. * 2/25 - lebuc - spectre, impending

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lost & found

* the latent eyelash, the buckled knee. euphoniums in the distance moan in muted mien; every yesterday is a yawning gulf without a net.  * lost in the undercurrent of sound waves breaking finding succor in half-shells of hot cracked nuts by the bag. tho’ a pauper’s meal plattered, I wouldn’t trade it for a king’s ransom. * 12/17 - lebuc - lost & found