Reserve not for me this chalice
For my horizon runneth over
Between the redrawn corners
And the penciled sketch marks
Between the tangled questions
And the patterned notebook
A seashell imprint
Pressed upon the patchwork stars
Not one a resting place
Nor one a constellation
A myriad of catch breaths
At each occurrence of the tune
In, 1-2, out, 1-2, in time,
In time, all manner of things shall be
If it only be your will, let the sky fall
Gently, and in time
(16 October 2017)
Along the route home from my university sometime last year, the first glimpse of the Blue Ridge Mountains in the distance. Gotta love them hills.
The Window Philosopher 
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Thank YOU x 10000000000000000
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What Casper said
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Hey, thanks so much, Wally!
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No prob my friend, be blessed. It’s nice to see you back in action. I still remember that really crazy one you wrote that time. Had the video games or something. Do you remember that one?
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This one
windowphilosopher.wordpress.com/2015/05/31/if-we-enjoy-smashing-each-other-then-by-all-means/
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That means a lot to me too. It’s good to post again and at least catch up on some things I’ve written in the meantime. 🙂 And ohhhh yes, I remember that too. What a time! I wonder how some of those folks are. I noticed you and Colorstorm and Insanity are still at it regularly, but I don’t know about some of the others or who I’m even still following.
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Well, Tricia is still around, Ark, too. Just talked to him yesterday. Tildeb of the superman logo is around, just talked to him today. Some things never change
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Ah, Tricia! And Ark. I think I stopped following him after a point… True. Some things don’t, or they change very little anyway.
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