20 August 2015

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2568
I heard the stars sound when they passed,
It was like that time in LA
Lounging damp in the sun,
Damp and etherized
By the sun and the gin
And the world's voice was a murmur
In my pool-damp ears
And I watched the cars pass on the highway,
On the highway pass and pass
In a sort of silence.

16 August 2015

798 redux

798
I saw a bird fly in the night,
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Her wings wrought finest gossamer
In the space between dark and light,
Where my eye was overcome
By the blankness of its sight.
Vermilion was created twice,
The second at her cost,
A hue that she encompassed
For all her love that's lost.

08 August 2015

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2561
Be something prevalent
Of your inner presence
When friend or acquaintance call,
Or stranger, more,
And more so, lover;
Let its coherent strength
Still reveal itself then:
To courtesy a measure for measure,
Yet adding to this equal the addition to two;
In contention: the same,
To feel the measure of your anger
That but ever contends with itself
And no other.

02 August 2015

1717 redux





























1717
Because the wind is high
I ache to breathe in the space between
What sees and what is seen,
What's thought and what is spoken,
What's cruel and is forgotten.
Because the wind
Is high,
I'd hear it in some venue
Other than the sky.

10 July 2015

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2552
Was immersed in this morning,
The bird and the balustrade too,
With a berry in its beak,
Lit by greeting's side light
That complex shadows cast;
And myself by hazard audience
To this act in three parts
Time, isolation, a struggle.