15 May 2015

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2529
An accidental shadow
With a fine tolerance measured
Was a phantom malformation proved,
At the aponeurosis 
Of what I think there is
And what there is.
In a field by May surrounded,
I was of a stone considering,
In a picnic sun, the weight
Of perpetuity without continuity.

14 April 2015

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2518
The silent buddha is made of stone,
Of stone the silence too.
His home articulate
With the atmosphere,
Articulate with thought:
The morning sky is but the temple apse
That opens the vaulting span,
There upon the first hour braced,
Here entangled in the rising sun.

04 April 2015

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2512
At this exhalation
Came a pause to catch the tail of a thought
Til the pause was sovereign,
As a surface to an echo,
As forever to a breath:
By this unremitting heart
Am I jailer of myself.