There’s empty, open spaces once where things used to float about.
And those things were clinging to each word I said, and hiding in everything unsaid, and unseen.
Now, all my dusty daydreams are clearing away to make banks, and all hope washes in and takes away parts of it and flows downward.
If I follow this river and search for myself, will I see myself as a shadow on a surfaced rock, or will I see myself at the bottom floundering with all my life?
Could I see the sky then, is that the persistence of hope? Of dreams?
As I chase after myself, gazing hungrily at all I took down in my watery disappearance, will I have new things to keep?
Will I tire and breathlessly rest against the dusty beach of those things?
I’m coasting away, and yet still circling the same surrounding.
Celluloid Trances 
There is such a grace and a beautiful, ethereal quality to your words of self-reflection. It’s as though I could watch them as they float downstream in your mind. It’s so so nice to read your work again, I’ve missed it.
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Thank you, I’ve missed writing too.
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Such elegant writing. Beautiful, as ever.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, reflective words!
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That means so much!
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Pleasure, always.
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What everyone here said — and it’s good to read you again!
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Thanks! 😋
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🙂
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Nice work!
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Thank you!
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Wow Watt. This is densely rich with such intriguing imageries.
Agreed, beautiful. Elegant. And profound food for thought.
Hope things are well with you.
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Things are okay with me. Hope they’re well with you too. 🙂
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Beautiful, Watt. Really beautiful. I am terribly sorry I missed several of your posts.
“the persistence of hope” You score big here, Watt.
“As I chase after myself, gazing hungrily at all I took down in my watery disappearance” WOW
The entire post is a WOW. A pleasure to read you again.
G.
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Thank you so much!! What an enthusiastic reaction. Means the world.
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“Now, all my dusty daydreams are clearing away to make banks, and all hope washes in and takes away parts of it and flows downward.” I really love this image, and concept. Daydreams do tend to pile up, it’s nice to think of them shifting to the side to let hope flow clean between them, of course carrying a few bits along with. Down toward that great big sea of love. Beautiful Watt
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Thank you, Nadine. The inevitable is still just a possibility, and we do the best we can to hold onto those rocky roads, even when the current is stronger.
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Ooh. I’m not sure I fully grasp that, but it’s very poetic. 🌈🌤I’ll ponder it awhile.
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What I meant was that what has to happens is still something that happens and not something that is. Everything comes and goes, but we still stay. Strong or weak..
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Energy lives on forever… and the future is mutable… do I understand it right? Thank you for taking the time, Watt…
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