Loose-leaf Life

I want a loose-leaf life.

I want to be able to crack the binder and insert a picture, a place, a poem, a story, a vocation, a vacation, in exactly the right spot.

I want to be able to remove an event, set it back, or forward, or crumple it up and toss it, close the silver rings and go on fresh.

I want a loose-leaf life.


I want to insert this place whenever I need it.

I desire to be surrounded by beauty.

I desire to love before I think or reason. I desire a superabundant poverty. I desire to put flesh on my desires. I desire to be reacquainted with symbolism, with the power of metaphor and the tension of paradox.

I desire great beauty.

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