A melody to be played
In rhythm to the heart
Meter set by the soul
Strings twang down the spine
Movements made in tune
A primordial polyphony
The body in contorted symphony
Each breath a rest
As digits tap the missing beat
This music, my muse
A coda to the day
A respite from the clang
Of the specters in my brain

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Kira: I’m done with self-care.
Kira: Everyone else can take care of me now.

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I saw the lamplight
In your eyes
And the moon
On your back in the night
I watched the curtains dance
Like you and I at a ball
And I remembered
The first time you took my hand
And how we ended up here
I could never sleep
Beside someone
Something always kept me
But here I am
Not ready to close my eyes
Only because
I cannot bear
To tear them from you
For a single second
And that is how I
Find my rest
With my hand
On the small
Of your back


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softly fluttering
watery, bewildering
up the river bank

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@dajb yes I see community toolkit as the branding and federated services, AcitvityPub as ways to describe underlying technology. Most beginners (myself included) might be unsure of what federated means (with positive and some negative connotations) but we are generally in agreement about what community means (almost always positive).

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If you say 'Linux' 3 times in mirror a Foss person appears and ties you up with with ethernet cables and talks about penguins and hats

@checkervest had several reoccurring dreams of skateboarding in a giant fruit stripe gum painted room and I could not stop as I was sucked into a giant drain which would often lead to another dream, sometimes one where I was awake and aware I was awake but saw strange things and would act out scenes as if in a movie. Once I was holed up in the bathroom as if it was a trench on the battlefields and I was throwing toilet paper in the hallway as if they were grenades. Ages 5-9

For the glory of want
And excuse of need
We feed the beast
Of unrelenting greed

If you listen to silence
You'll start to hear
The sounds that ears ignore
Like wind underneath doors
Dust settling in the corners
Shuffling across the carpeted floor
Each slight movement, a chance
To hear the unexplored
For the vast vacuum in those moments
Immediately after the roar
Is a deep and deafening silence
That we have been longing for

@rogbeer @dogtrax
Something about
The fall

The way the humans
Dine on rain-soaked

This is rather nifty.

Learn music fundamentals and play woth some virtual keys or drums. Well designed too.

Wait for the nights delights
Lapping up star-shine
After being spoon-fed the day
The sun with its brutish heat
Is now laid to rest
And the moon on the rise
Fills me with longing
My heart belongs to the night
When time slows to still
And the air filled with sea dew
Carries the smell of being home

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is all I have, as a simple circle, to describe the incomprehensible beauty of the sphere.

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