A chapter is closed, and another one is opened. Thank you so much for being here.

Day 230: How daring and soft are you? If the answer To the former is a hornet, and to the after Its pairs of wings, then ascent. How sweet are you? Are you the curious ant that finds sugar too And the rest follow your lead.. #blm381 #MartinLutherKingDay iamwanjiru.medium.com/come-aloft-36f…

DEPENDENCE OF THE TRUE BLUE Stripped of bones willingly, piling up their roles still. Still. Still. I am only a sloughed skin of memory and postponed could-be. Wingless and lofty birdsong sting their hooks intravenous;

CARING FOR THE TRUE BLUE It seems (time-lapse) I know I've slipped. The porcelain of a glossy starling cups nothing of what I was. Distinct lines are falling

ASSUMPTION OF THE TRUE BLUE What startles you? The normalcy of living. No, what startles you? The normalcy of underworlds. Why in plural? They're a continuum with living.

SYMPTOM OF THE TRUE BLUE So mutely shadowed. So- so out of sorts. A less than unglad conscious chore. A meaning menace.

Day 381: The airy shape of dissolving―higher onward Than a twig of a fruit tree you've watered Nowhere surer than to where the sun invites; Kisses you sweet to rustle the same spice To delirious dates orchard waiting to ripen. A new increase. A busyness of joy's riot. #blm381

Day 380: Time kept seasons conclude. Summer springs A brightening then its sulfurous noontides wins, Wash away tardily like a repenting Midas. He says, 'Here's a gift, out of my touch idol, A late summer bloom... #blm381 iamwanjiru.medium.com/time-kept-seas…

Day 379: Harass God―the highest inner self gospel. Children do it uncool. They topple, Before learning to walk. Ask for more paper to use Then crayon further out of lines. Ready to be fools Before ruling their potential. Fight Reinventing resistance, cried or by bite. #blm381

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Day 378: Words―the language of signs like altar calls, Offer themselves just as cascading waterfalls: Whispering to an ear afar. Thundering done To a leaned-in ear. Often as the sun― Starring in and starring out of our familiarity. Wondrous or fearsome, make a recipe. #blm381

Day 377: Protuberant human body lifted vertically in length By a pulse and graceful aggression for breath, Movement and purpose of an individuated psyche. A homebody with the earth as home―slightly Recumbent on its axis. #blm381 iamwanjiru.medium.com/homebody-a9723…

Day 376: The boldness of will, from the charming young To the prudent yet sprightly old―all tongued, Declare servility to that which races the heart Without undue exhaustion; the delicious lot To prize, the claws of pain to tame & say, 'Here's my victory!' unashamed. #blm381

Day 375: Huddled about the media's voice which lulls in, Informing anxiety, what to hanker after impulsive Or compulsive quick fix, one size fits all morality, Frowned upon self-actualization alchemy And betrayed to wear your skin In an awkward gait, perturbed within. #blm381

Day 374: Turbulence predicted, and exiled time after time, Onto a muddy body that dreams of the sublime Hammocked on small hours' vapors we grasp, Often, on the hypnotic swaying of seagrass― Ill-disposed cons attempting to steal a breath Away. #blm381 iamwanjiru.medium.com/prosaic-lament…

Day 373: Dreaming eyes eclipse life to more mellow. An act of awe at straggling clouds' halo Under an otherwise stare of a desert's specter― The stalking mirage that tugs like a tormentor At skin to wrinkles, a tongue dried Of words―heavy on the anguish that's unkind. #blm381

Day 372: Lowly feet stretching to the height of we, Unimpressed & forthcoming will be To where they're willed―far from pretense, They blister to warn that's enough miles, relent For the day, a stubbed toe winces clumsiness, & callused feats quicken the heart of Venus. #blm381

Day 371: Perceptible of themselves high, Should these egrets be caged behind closed eyes― How cramped, they'd have to fold a long neck, A leg & a leg into an egg yolk in effect― A paragon for how a storm rushes in convoked To usher benign weather #blm381 iamwanjiru.medium.com/a-head-of-humo…

Day 370: Roadside flashing yellow bunches of daisies, A hazy warning that such grace retires, maybe Wherever the road halts or crawls down confident To an open door of unwalled divine providence― A shush that clocks out the present, For a possible future and a lesson. #blm381

Summer comes and, ‘I’m moving away.’ Up-sets us far away, sunbeam-borne away, A fall away. Unpinned by google maps― Those soul-rupturing, toasty brown eyes Easing my frown lines―it’s now was. via @PostScriptLovin psiloveyou.xyz/darlings-go-af…