All the roofs are wet
and underneath smoke
that piles softly in
streets, tongues are
on top of each other
mulling over the night.

• — Frank O’Hara

​I'm going out and get something.
I don't know what.
I don't care.
Whatever's out there, I'm going to get it.

• — Ai
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Be my ruckus, my perfect non-sequitur. Be my circuit-breaker, my 
lengthening shadows at dusk, my nest of pine needles, my second-story 
window. Be my if-you-stare-long-enough-you'll-see. Be my subatomic 
particle. Be my backbeat, my key of C minor, my surly apostle, my 
scandalous reparté, my maximum payload. Be my simmering, seething, 
flickering, radiating, shimmering, and undulating. 
— Andrew Varnon

When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.
 - Rumi
​

​Celebrate what you want to see more of.
— Tom Peters