am I
talking about wine so much, and the apparent philosophy and mythology
to grapes fermented? This is weird. Think of
how even after a person passes there’s the
longing, the
influence,
the impression of their time here with us, so their
story still sequences and we see and sing ‘there is no end,
there is no destination’. so my thesis,
inextricable, impenetrable, that’s how convinced I’m convinced of
something, this something, wine helping me make the thing
happen, you know that thing that makes me a good daddy.
what. immeasurable, untetherable, talk to self
in oeno-syllable.
Maneuver out of anything, bring
a notebook to jury duty— all conversations blurry newly—
centering gem, jewel, amethyst or ruby, of an eye’s eye for me
only slightly see, completely…
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