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Encountering and Observing Humans Of all of the myriad species you are likely to encounter perhaps none is quite as fascinating as the human being. Available in more than two genders and of a great many heights, weights and complexions, the human is diverse in appearance.  Human behaviour, too, is quite varied to observe.  Experts could spend thousands more hours simply observing humans and still not be much the wiser as to their strange goings-on as we are today.  Nevertheless, this brief introduction seeks to present some of what little is known about the human creature to the reader.  It is hoped that the past-time of watching humans in t

Stop crying, My Dear. Your tears are just adding to the flood The flood that drowns the broken, Too pitiful to swim. I know that drowning is addicting, Its the only way you face the sun. Looking up, against the tides, Invisible even in the light.

Angel wings wrapped around a bowl of soup soaking up the warmth, turning them into hands of giving, and life. Watching a boy and a girl sitting on a fence with the flowers bobbing beneath their swinging legs as they share a small kiss before anyone sees. Hands reaching over rocky barriers and barbed waves to reach a drowning child. The exchange of a burger from homed to homeless, greasy paper, sour-sweet pickles, and all. Standing in a field and spinning, and spinning, because the grip of the wind under your arms is so close to flying it takes your breath away. Picking up a writhing brown worm off the footpath, and helping it t

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Creep into the spaces, shallow and rough within my head, Make them deep, and smooth like a sea-spewed pebble, that suffered violence, but now is calm. Grow hot and burn away the waters seeping slowly from my brain; Form a plug to hold in the muddy sands, before they run down my spine to my feet; Please, don't let those sands set like concrete, like the urban feet that beat the path, Don't let it trap me in the ways it makes others unable to bear. Find your way into my ears, and down my throat, and fill me up like a roaring sea air inside a balloon. Fill me up with silence, Muse.

There is a wind that's blowing from the east and a sigh of relief eminent in the trees, cracks in the ice appearing every day. Slowly the colours are showing off as we walk through the fields holding sticks aloft, skidding in mud, that in the Summer will dry away. -------------------------------------- Icy water from high in the mountains; the buds glimpse the first sun of Spring. -------------------------------------- Shallow sunshine alights upon the branches, soon to grow shadowy leaves. Sounds of fauna will come; the hive will awaken, soon to be swollen with bees. The wood pile that dwindled, the landscape of patchy whit