Fly me

everything i try to say to you becomes less once said

i shall keep it inside, the growing pearl

now, more than ever, all i have to give is who and what i am becoming

i bring you me

i bring you home

( . . . )

m.

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message composed and addressed to one by e-mail, originally without title, but that was my immediate inner title to this image-poem composition, written-made by and to myself, only shared with Noell S. Öszvald herself, and then four people; its Silent Intimate Quality immaculately remains within me, which is why it is OK to widen the still rare share now - posted here on April 2, 2016