21 September 2014

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2434
A gust of my affection
Set a truer course in this sea
Swept by the same wind that sweeps me.
What paths lie in this fine-grained field
That from expectation alter?
The true's within this larger sphere
Whose father's my affection.

02 August 2014

2412


The cat inhabits when she sits,
And what's withheld is in her eye.
What unsprung poise
Shivers the stillness of this gaze?
The bordered terrace of a dream
Bears the commission of her place
And person,
My envoy to what's before me.

04 July 2014

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2400
This moment has a weight of stone
That holds itself aloof
From the landscape of my dailyness,
Whose lightness wants no proof.
My eye enframes this clouded sky
Which seems to stand apart,
Yet if seen's the same as seeing,
Time's a subtle art.