WednesdayMay 27, 2026
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We live on the leash of our senses.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
Look into the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret: You are looking into a predator's eyes.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, lifeforce, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.
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