someday i piece it together
balancing one stone
on top of another
heart to heart to heart.
the only time is right
all day / every day / wanting
to change / for someone else.
talk me into staring into the mirror
then watch as my reflection
talks me out of it.
under gray skies
the leaf buds of tulip trees
are splitting open.
we pull on the distance
spun by the wind / all of us
the thoughts of water.
down you go / into it
almost careless in its generosity
when all i need / is silence.
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Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)
and so it much more
belongs (prosekein)
to the beloveds (eraesthai)
to have mercy (eleeein)
rather than
jealously to emulate (zeloun)
them
ὥστε πολὺ μᾶλλον ἐλεεῖν τοῖς ἐρωμένοις ἢ ζηλοῦν αὐτοὺς προσήκει
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