No. 92Ribbons

No. 092February 13, 202511 lines1 min read Essential

across the decades of your life.

Ribbons unfurl and dance across your field of vision in the sunshine, their curls and shimmers as imaginary and concrete as a dream seen through blinks across the decades of your life. They vanish in the wind if you raise your voice above a whisper— a simple redirection among the clouds.

A way further in

Not the final meaning. Just a closer read, a better question, and a few nearby poems worth opening next.

Selfhood

Best met slowly, especially when you are reading in the hours meant for sleep.

Stay in the archive a little longer.

If this one stayed with you, keep it. Then either leave a note, keep moving through the archive, or open a random poem.

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If this poem stayed with you, the next one will find you.

A quieter way to stay close to the work. One poem at a time.

Hear the poem in one breath.

A studio reading for the archive, voiced with care and restraint.

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Part of a living collection since September 2024.

No. 92

11 lines · 1 min read

124 total entries and still expanding.

Notes for Collection No. 92

A guestbook for the poem itself. Leave a response, an image prompt, or an image link if it belongs in the same room.

Ribbons unfurl and dance across

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The reading room

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