hello june
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Goodbye May. Pound out your bright beautiful future.
A Turkish man with a hammer. Gypsy music.
Only madmen and pilgrims travel alone.
We began in India. Wandering no name alleys, streets, villages, rivers, valleys, mountains.
Darkness whispers, Who's there?
I received a reprieve from death row one night in Vietnam. My sentence was commuted to life without parole. A South American writer said parole means speech, word, a word of honor.
Parole is the condition under which you are free, with a language and human awareness.
Human freedom is unconditional.
Memory fades into living color remembered with absolute infinity. Desperate hands fold across heaving chests, feeling abandoned sucking air injuries. Stop the bleeding. Start the breathing.
It rained yesterday. It was long sweet and slow and heavy. Streets became quiet. Everyone huddled in corners of their mind.
Speak memory.
“Years ago, I broke a bunch of roses
from the top of his wall.
A thorn from that is still in my palm,
working deeper.” - Rumi
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