#14

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a great

man
is
gone.

Tall as the truth

was who:and
wore his(mountains
understand

how)life

like a (now
with
one sweet sun

in it,now with a

million
flaming billion kinds
of nameless

silence)sky;




i found this in a collection of ee cummings poems while browsing the bookshelves of my aunt's house. perhaps i should say it found me. i love that image outside the brackets "wore his life like a sky." i think i might have to use this as a centerpiece for a painting. such lush imagery.

in coming here and writing, i wanted to step back into a space of remembering my grandfather but wasn't sure how that would work. seems like i don't have to worry. those stories will be reflected in spaces around me and will make themselves heard.



currently listening to: the wind. she's a lovely creature and getting a little feisty as the day dies.