Albert K. Ashes-Bury Episoding Again

This is just a little share, a little share to loosen my scenery
The music now comes so openly—I find full stops unnecessary
If I’d have written this in the moment I wouldn’t have been so analytic
But I do like the calmness of the library
After a share
The laugh behind me is what I never experienced
I have an expectation of eye contact, and I am multiple things
There are too many bodies to look at: O well
& there mustn’t be too many characters any more—not for much longer
My child is walking in the room; the babies learning to read
            must write
It is deliberate and a beautiful process, and no other word is required or fitting
I can now feel (here we go)
            the shivers and bubbles and waves coming to me
And it has been written in so many ways: I want to forget them all
But My God My God My God, I love that I am here
The technicality does not matter
I hate to stall matters, but eating now would stall this
One day, this will be blissfully unapparent
I hope she relives it too
So she no longer has to live in it
God I am becoming so loose; I think you might be me
            I think that might be why some don’t talk about it

When I feel it is right I will be released: I know it
Man, I know not to care at all about what they say and study
I wish this was every communication
As an aside, I don’t think greetings cards say anything
A simple thought, but the size of this Hula Hoop
            I now have these quiet moments
Since I am sharing, I think I’m in love with everyone poetically
            and I copied “&” for no reason
And since I am sharing, is there a way to say at all
            about how experience can so fundamentally change
            because I am so wide