The
cauldron of your voice is beginning to boil.
You’re
hot to the touch and it’s making me uneasy.
I’ll
never forget that night at the Barking Spider and how when I turned and peered
into your woodshed eyes my entire universe opened like an accordion on Naropa.
Something
there is about you that makes me want to turn off the lights and relinquish
control.
I
need to lie down because I’m starting to feel sick to my stomach and I’m hoping
taking my allergy medicine will make me again feel somewhat whole.
The
chocolate cake was too sweet and the milk I chased it down with didn’t quite do
the trick.
I
would love to hang out together at the Gateway to Death Valley as we looked for
signs and then quickly realized signposts are everywhere.
I
believe it was you, Lilac, that first introduced me to the idea of being an old
soul.
I
don’t know how else to express my gratitude, but to send you 5 pounds of
stuffed cabbage and hope that gives you some idea of how much you truly mean to
me.
Charles Cicirella
5/2/20 
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