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so connected to your disconnect i want something beg for nothing there’s no word for the way i feel when the wind bites my tongue that old wind hums so young nothing and everything at the same time some way you’d say it all in one line and i’m glad we had this chat if i could leave things like that fall and run far and near always something never nothing always never clear...
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she said, what if we had only passed by, like the reflection off a wave in the summer time? what if you were 99 and i was tying my my shoes, only 5? would i still make you smile? what if we were never alive? what if you were the sun and i was the sky? would your warmth be your love? - Profenno
April 2013
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there are so many waves of letters that never splash how i feel i just wish i could lay this out in a field and piece it together don’t worry, i will lift you up in this flood to a desert window but i am drowning in these fuzzy words - profenno
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sometimes
but you can’t
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silence
and
disconnect
i should really turn down the ringing in my ears
- profenno
March 2013
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supernova
and knees bend under the canopy of bees buzzing to no end pretend the honey doesn’t matter pretend the buzzing is only clatter the shatter was bone punctured skin protrusion from within the landscape shakes and the sun bakes moisture from cracked lips fingertips finally unreel - Profenno
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Write down the words-
the words unsaid.
Like Ferris wheels-
they spin through your head.
They cross you and toss you-
as you lie in your bed.
-Profenno
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Aged oak under silver smoke. Why do you live like this?
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February 2013
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I'm going to bury this blog in snow.
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three atheists
two agnostics
one christian
sit at a
table
they bow their
heads
to pray
-Profenno
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Rhythmic Rejuvenation
The first notes of muddy spring reverberate through the sheets of metal, plywood, and trusswork above my head. The vibrations are dampened by fiberglass and plasterboard which makes for a warm rhythmic hum.
Thousands of tiny drummers are playing the rhythm to which I’ll sleep, the rhythm of rejuvenation and cleansing.
-Profenno
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This filthy addiction
I mentally disassembled myself upside down on a hardwood floor. My only thought was, “Here I am again, paralyzed by the same disgusting addiction.” She wanted me gone, or at least to take another dose in another room. I tried to explain but I could only speak words I did not own. Words with little relevance, or maybe all the relevance in the world. Not my words though, my tongue couldn’t cut it....
