___gather to me
___like-minded
___to the exclusion of the& other
-ness
immaculately described
for a more taxonomical
______we avoids them then(?
phony outsidercults of
& same -ish
_________letgoism
‘s we
____who have described uniform
taken to&
_____insular patterns weave
___________a faith
___________apart
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Worm,
eke supine
___all____are offering
egg to prescient
____________yolk
___all are with you
___all&
grave memoriam
look!what generations have brought
___instruments,
___how better
__________to…
_______see
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boxes kept
& boxes
______see n. Closure
Notable addenda
____include experiences
___in order
____from
least favourite
oh, and photobooks all are
perfect souls
____forever neatly
___in the mechanism
_____of______temporary permanence
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the thing about doorways
,or __le rendez-vous __is&oh, but
nobody ever
____meets
___ in doorways (! that
_____is
_____a
_____cinema
_________creation
an
intent to frame light
only
suggesting fragility
no different to
a jacket collar pulled up
against the rain
& situationally absent taxicabs
ah
c’est être
but there are balconysbalconys
& men
_____with latin hearts
promise moons to women
if one would perhaps be superficially
resistant to the
eventual
___prendre des attitudes
,but
that wasn’t what you asked me
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_______________think(!
how long since last time
__pulled dandelion petals
dreamed a known-me
___as a lover knows&
captured clouds
for ___ amusement
when now abrupt&conjured
_storms a
________sihlouette
__stands at the portal
& i in sanctuary offer
simultaneous
____________default
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at the end of this
I
in my fashion)typically
________________send
you off with a light
bit
of positiveSome-
____________thing
__right, well tonight i’d
_________prefer
______an expletive
stuck perfectly atop this
_____plumpudding
Ah,
yes
___&now that we’ve
addressed the elephant
might we eat our weight of
__differently organic
ideologies
,&pass the salt,
dear
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_____________________________be good and put it
__________where a blindman can find&
____groping in the dark
at lampstands
_____________will
__at this one momentary_______________
____,for you____________________________alight with
__________pause&____________________frustratedcuriousity
_____?)________________________________! flummoxed
take inventory_________________________&all at once fishing
___with an ageing______________________________for two
__________________memory____________________slippers
______________capsize______________________with
___________&cry out__________________anguished
_______________________________utterances
,bitte schön
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whonow
for all appearances
a
man
trying through adult psychology
a
remember self(whenchild
identifying with
_____________ with non-parental role-
model processes
all
cartoons)?
, or
movie
makebelieve
&
imitated literature self’s
what was the story
the fable
eternally retold
&
behaviourally reinforced(?
&
will
mutates(as it does
cognitive reiteration
“a truthy reality overlaid
with perception biases…”
Oh,
& yes yes
Kermit the frog me imagined
banjo’s, ___ and rebellion
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when it was dark
but by our small light
,roisin
i
sat on that disgusting floor
with
you
&
loved
as you did
a song that seemed
magical
here(!
is where the car goes
right next to the big
Redbox
on the gravelly
& t h i s
a snippet of grass
Here
the sun warms
earthworms
and one
spr
___inklerwet
,
railing
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balconywide
breeze shapes
anonymous
sun
s
_ets.a)low vitriol color
redding
thoughts of you
at last(!
a
wend
is happening
liebe,
these oldefeet
,…still(
knowing the way
in halflight
and moonlight
here) ,
“wie adam und eva
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if nothing is holy
the experience suffers, “i think
something
must
be sacred, why else etc ?
____for instance,
(she) would do
sillyromanticthings
, pullingme into photobooths
(I) thought
expressionless would
be
__funny
it wasn’t
&when it seemed as though
a desperate
________atm’pt to recreate
a simple nothing
(she) might have seen
__________in_ movies
it wasn’t
__ wasn’t
ever polite to mention
, or that (I) had
resigned myself
insome
________detrimental way
_____defeated
to that shuffle, and plod
not (I)! not
when(my)mind did swim
_______from one
beautifully imagined curiousity
______________________to
______________the next
insisting openly in publicspaces
at breakdowns !
, oh that had (I) not
kept so much
to (my)self
still
stupidlyattached
unplucked
_____W
,… ings
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in draughts
____fumbling,
___nearer the
_____bottom just
need
a
bit
_____more
outofmy gear,
squeeze
_it
__‘ll happen
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i look at them
when
i wash
them (to me they seem
small
,or tense((
they hold the vegetables
like this
& that
when
i chop salad, or twist
a
winecork
at times they seem large
,or heavy
only
when i am
with
clumsy&
you
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its always december
_______in february
___except
______last year
______last year
we had a proper
_____with snow
_______even(!
_____and
scrunched-up downtown faces
_february faces
__canadian faces
all the way to edmonton(
i don’t know about
___________the
___newSany
_____more
i heard Qanon said
spaceshiplazerbeams caused
_____________________forest
____________________fires
T____supporters ate Sam Hill, &
___________memes storm
_______________________‘d the Capital Bldg.
,anyway Trudeau finally pubesced
________(facially)
and triple A Hockey was
cancelled
________but we had
______a
right
__good’un
!)
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almost two
it is always
at moments of
decision
where i can see
(me)there
struggling, or
gleaming
in that known
horizon
,i
pause&even for myself
cannot
take
a
step
___&stare
,dumly
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used to have it
yes i did they said
sharing is
a letting go
tried that on for yrs
nomatter how just
never fit
have now
like
square-one
&it
‘s
morelike gettin’old
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the eventual me
is destroyed
before arrival, I
removed of every
pearled
corner
and spiders webs lay
thinly
only the driest
to sup on
Dust
and prophecies
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the top
the top
,or the quality’s getting low
either that
my getting here
@ plateauNow
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ah,
yes. how could i
forget
the symbolic thing
the ribbon and bow, the
icing on the cake
:of compromise
what can not be done with action,
is said with words
-stupid
symbolic thing
,but
you need one
(!
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barely more than
a reed of grass
shapelier,
firm
rooted
,or plucked(oh, never
& green. green
as a latespring noon,
green
as the riverbend
where fire tries, & slows
a
beetle(me growsfat
in her garden barely,
able
barely breathing
barely
&
a
tickle
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what to be added
more(?
to the mixture
we
have the parts
of illness
curious meats
&clay
alive with warm
_pulsations
cranial electricity, alight
&vital, ah
but it is not yet
a man
without insensate
sexuality
&will
by eventual process
of
his desires
dream
, blunt
(to be precise)
villainy
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appetite was my betrayer” could
describe in epitaph
life, as lived as
Mine
for believed ever, I
that in excess One
approaches divinity
removed of Self
destroyed by Time
& of these persecuted flesh
& of these limitations to ambition
& of these
everything learned
was not taught, rather
eaten
& these
a Wonderland emboweled
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it is a heartbeat
an episode of
intense self-scrutiny
take away the monster
the context,the
accumulated ephemera that arouses
gone
the storm the dark
the paranoia
the
& have it
breathing sped
heightened senses
&a heart
beating
in the pit of (my) chest
weak
irregular
product of modern survival
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easy to believe
(i think)
our ancestors
weren’t
as ancient as science purports
didn’t
risk life, or limb to the tragedy
of carnivore nomads
or that culture and spiritualism
only grew from agrarians
_________when you look out
any window_______&see
__________cars, flying
in consumer interstate network
______sending and receiving
informations
____________in picto-glyph & holo-byte formats
________for instantaneous download
_____and usage
night sky illuminated
by our own )extra
_______-terrestrial communications
______________________________satellites
who
painted sabercats on cavewalls
tracked woolyrhinos in tundra hellscapes
who believed magic
in blood(?
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get a life
get a job.get
friends
get real friends.get followers
“what are you doing
you should be
out there. socialize more
eat less
drink more
“come on, let us see you,
we all
we all
miss you
have you got a woman, a man
have you got prospects
an idea
,or content
anything?! can you give me anything
you’re a mess
this is the way
here
the straight and narrow and popular
do what we tell you
be what we see you as
exist to occupy time
this time
this agenda
These political arrangements!
you are a definable
occupiable space
&
nothing
in a country where
no
one is allowed to mind
their own
business
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i want a better
world
but i
can’t be bothered
with the expense
there are humans
more ably suited
to the task
of problems
whichiswhy
poets
are not selected
for
martian colonies
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don’t think
about skill
just
get
the words out
i know, i know,”
i say
dreaming
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this is a letting go
a portent
:artifact,
created with promise
a wish
now
only
a
prayer
a susceptible
a
fragile
care for it
realize a future free
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my mother tells me
love
but, confesses not to understand
my thinking
“its all right,” i tell her
making a joke
and laughing at my own joke
she has made this
confession
often
enough that it has become
a part of our narrative
this is why
(i think)
i felt bad when last
she visited&
set my
house
in order
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you
hide the cigarettes
(probably just as well)
but,
then
react to my searchings
with impatience
this begins the
imagining
of an unconscious desire
to be
included
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!such informations
from the associated
as texture
,smell
& taste are
visceral
foods pleasurable to the organs
what
is not expected
?metallic
u
_n
__d
_e
r
the tongue&numbness
when the ritual of touch
reveals a hollow
featureless
&taste too gives
only
the
indication of a
sensory
this
(i believe) is somewhere near
the surface,
nearer
& questioning trust
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with what
should the pages be filled
waiting
for the apparatus of life
to event
noteworthy
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with the curtains pulled down
the vibrations&
the machinery sounds
might easily
be just
a complicated architecture
of organs
& tissue
that has swallowed-up
a community
of plywood dependent
animals
& the rattle&bump shakes
_the couch
_the floorboards
& chemical smells fumigate
every sq.foot
with the presences of
important looking vehicles
this seems an exaggerated exchange
for clean
visible
parking spaces
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some nights, i think
tonight,”i’ll be
attacked
usually __ walking home
when night wears its weight
around the middle
it’s eyes
it’s always eyes
&poorly disguised viciousness
i take my hands from their
pockets
turn the corner
,ready
&
nothing
but empty
anticipation
some nights these thoughts
_________find me
laying in bed
something awake keeps me staring
at __the __ceiling
&
i
feel
that living alone is interrupted
by hidden
unwanted
visitors
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go ahead
tell me the story of
your meat
singing in unfurnished rooms
like windchimes
tell me
how anxious since a child
to be touched
by Christ
how disillusioned
by the fraternities
of Sex
how you applied optimism
to the institutions
of workplace
of politics
of marriage
& bankruptcy
& i’ll tell you
of my
involved refusal
of these established
norms
& we can go together
on voting day
to cast our ballots
for a future
generation
of slaves
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lower the television
volume&listen
to Attenborough narrate
a dance of seabirds
mediate the language of Kingdoms
this
is background noise
i, from my individual won’t
revive the reef
feed the North Atlantic
rescue warming meltice
likely
though (i) might
vicariously
live through these vegetations
share a den with wolves
dream
deeply pungeant hibernations
blanketed, fungal
in shroomlattice
& sleep
numbering the foot trails
of
tiny insects
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i would like to
apply myself(oh, yes) to developing
an identifyable misunderstanding
a
prickly personality
a drama-artist
pseudoanalytically re-
interpreting established text
,the kind of person
that others could look at and say
“Hey,
everybody look
there’s so-and-so,
i know him.” or,
“he enthusiastically
such-and-such.”
but
just
what
in Hell
am i going to do(?
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i remember crashing in through
the tiny balcony
like a plane nose-first
on the carpet
that
whole evening walk
started with badgrass&suspicion
chasing as people emerged
from shadows, from the moon
from the sidewalk
i hid in the kitchen
knees to my ears
waiting for
the headlights
the loud voices
to stop
&the quiet
to return
i learned nothing about
privacy
patience
,or love thy neighbour
“chickenshits,” i heard myself say
and i answered back
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i think mostly never
that strawman should have been given
brains
for he knew quite well
that he was flammable
ergo, was self-aware
his ought to have been courage,
courage to brave
the inevitable pyre
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it all falls open
,you see(?
even this, a page empty
is filled
a trick mistaken for
magic
but there is no true creation
it is as nothing
from nothing
here you are
because you are searching
&I am here because
a
you
exists to find me
un-molded clay taking
shape
equal to the sum
of your heart
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there aren’t enough hours in a day
for the amount
of sleep
i want
i don’t like schedules
why must i
wear socks without holes
trim my beard
wash my face
brush my teeth three times a day
use medicated acne creams
shake hands
be polite
say yes when the truth is no, or
no when the truth is yes
or remain silent when i have nothing nice
to say
observe (etcetera) etiquette
i would rather burp when i’m full
fart when i’m gassy
&swear
at ____ rotten children
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i told her
the bed was too soft
&it made my
back hurt
an order was placed
online
&i would have
three to five business days
but i was diagnosed
at an early age&
(she knows this)
still,(she)
felt the cure
for a too-soft mattress
was
memoryfoam
so,
i’m on the bus w/
this sweet
ridiculous
gesture
feeling
awkward
i will write (her) a response
Monday
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the refrigerator is alive
with
biological smells
when the green
was
greening
grew there in silent
snatches
a thought inbetween a dreaming
Giants.
what about the defeat
&the
inevitable(?
but there will be many
newvictories
before
the decrepit moss becomes
un-bearable
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the pavement is being worked on
today
___concrete broken
____shoveled up
______loaded into trucks
& taken away
the wear had been showing
in cracks
it offended people
all for a bit of green
_____________________you know
_______________________cityworkers bid on this
__________________to come up here
& hammer out a fresh paved
parkinglot
its like a reverse balding
life had been beginning to show
& they wanted that
smooth
geometry
back
,so its going to be noisy
for a couple weeks
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let see,
let word follow word
let end let
begin
“well filth, do what you do
to become beautiful
that
is your cycle towards luminary
into brilliance
discarding the self as “ism”
,&idea
a stitch to stem a floodwaters
crash&surrender
to the melanchollies
reward yourself by becoming
the picture of confident
return
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there is&the
weatherman said pleasant things
describing cloudforms
the park that day
remember
alive, with
__________buzzy bees
it was sad to hear
that girl was raped
by the waterfall
&
the old people
didn’t come around much
after
&
the pastor put more vinegar, &animation
in his sermon
that sunday
but people are not weather
which was
warm
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right foot in a looking glass
left foot in a bucket
dragging help
disconnected Me&dressed-up
luggage
hurry up hurry up
one more time to set these pieces
running
& a message in the sand
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its something like a swing
without a summer
&there’s a hook right through your middle
swimming like falling
its a
something like a spring
bouncing with a rhythm
scared you’ll pinch your skin
between pain
&wanting hurt to feel better
something
like a sting
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i am coming to this place
to dwell,
and do nothing
it is no sin, i have had
monuments
to my name
whole worlds&i am tired
of that permissible evil
oh yes,&once
it was only the low&cunning of creatures
that gained their rent from gossip
and silence,
behold our Scions!
[______],our artists
[______]
[______]&clowns
look! whose bones
are ground to feed the unwell
there will be a renaissance
from this
there must
a movement!
for all of this
an Ethos to validate birth
a Gestalt!&gall, sheer and shimmering
each and all i have no sides
need none
to here and peaceably nothing
[______],and these political impersonations
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the truth about privacy
is
that it is desired
by intimately curious
(in this case) la femme
a translation is proposed
to wit
for the item:Secrets,
1 token access pending performance review
providing(ofc)vulnerability is not man-handled
though
i have a growing suspicion that she w a n t s
her secret laid bare
“isn’t that why you’re here(?
the grandeur, the
being a more-impossible constellation
of parts(… ”
anonymous contribution to
&oh, the littlest bit
of spectacle(?”
this is the waited for
ask me
____this,
i love you
____push me
____make me feel
deniable
completely and freely continue to
&
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there was a not so long ago, i
would never have believed in
touch-screens
to think! all of this was a living
once rememberthat when you’re
thumbing between jackets
trees is the eventuality we are
becoming — – vegetable&natural
hard with words
&stories every untold will be
painted on the walls of a rediscovered
history understood
&librarieslibrarieslibraries
where)men with groomed&wild looks, sit
elbow to elbow
in the stacks with time
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educated in echo chambers
the envy
of political café hats
speaking up-to-the-minute journalism factuals
you
whom i despise
for possessing energetic reserves&
functional world-interest
active on social platforms
quoting capitol affairs fr/a litany of names
seems like an anger unrequited
&how dare i characterize thin-skin
&rude to confuse attention w/ ignorance
from my irrelevant station raised
on superstitious magic
back-woods hollisticism a
prolific meat-eater encouraged to dream utopias
what have i but criticisms
and pocketfuls of foreign esoteric currency(?
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no one told you to
care
about me, or worry if
am eating well
,or concern yourself
with
my various disabilities
you
said & did that
was enough
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i begin always on paper
with pencil
then transcribed
my bookshelf is a museum of madness
older than X yrs
-wonder if any of it will be discovered
like Dickenson
after she passed, her family
packingup things
whole drawers full of notes lost
before somebody decided to read
them
all that we have now is what
survived
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caught by the middle-distance
a mote(? a memory
does dust remember
thinking’s pained expression)a thought!
roaming the pejorative
– – – hunting sinewy context
all eyebrows&something define-ably extraneous
then the madness of jumping apropos
arrives; a poet
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that we were ever here
is a wonder
time
has a way of being close
and far
i know the feeling
but,
i don’t think these shirts will fit
you
anymore
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smiling inward thinking
of all definitions for romantic
or
what romantic means in a moment, so
let the mind wander
as it does
rmb’ring what that was when
was younger
-to an older more settled
tired self
funny
guess ill take sm’eat out the freezer
pull the good dishes down&
attempt to lazy spaghetti winebottle
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thats when in comes the
darkness&teacandle
lit
– – this one is mineyours
might be different
, but
mine
has a low quiet flame close
to the floor in
—s
—h
—-a
—-d
—o
–w
circle all&
ceiling
above
,
somewhere in the middle between
floor and ceiling middle is
-me
seeing in the flicker feeling light
rise up nude legs&disappear eyes
what just was
forgotten doing remembered looking for
here trapping(> a mouth moves
& teeth&teeth
& —
,curl
in that low humming smile
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Friday is
a too-short kiss
before a too-short sleep&the walls begin
all of my insides pushing through
pouring down
to puddle
hope
– – to drip on you
when
Sunday’s crown
is
up-side-down(
&all the Jitterbug gives is legs
“&Me,
more me than ive been,
trying to push
my face back in
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defoliate the furniture
ruffle all the linens&
under the legs of tables
featherout the webs
discover new old spiders
messyup the settled dust
busy as brooms, choking
old in the open room
particulates floating visible&let
the light fold in. “say, and my what a beautiful
mess we made”
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went with all of the ancient felt
possibly to that space
waited, i
“you see,
they keep all them cardiologymachines
on a separate floor”
with the ideas of trees&of birds
&chairs quiet with magazines
shuffling people
actually old
only
young&stupid me in the Golf&Fishing digests
,a puzzle
to one elderly woman attached fixedly to
her wheelchair&(a sentence wordlessly shared
– – – – – – – – – – – – -over the subject of my untied shoelace
what happenstance my being there
aglets clicking loudly on the tile
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you wanted me i think not
to panic
listening to your tone
how could, so calm
you(? or was it
for my sake
in spite of yourself
equally
alive
with anxious vibrations
surface deep
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there is a less-energetic, more
exhausted, so&what comes of this
un-resounding clanging.or. that
bouncing light particles present the curvature
&objects mediate function through the neural&
the retinal
&,&
if a tree fell in a thought experiment, i
too am aware of a uselesness
in crying-out a
pain were mine the only ears to hear
make real(?
then though there are these&words
dignify experience
when read by a mind imagining time
so too then i exist as information preserved
in varied assembled forms
of forest
floor
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inwhich identity is
required to match threatened idea of&
self an
effective consumer archetype caricature
mind imagines ambition as constant
or) not typical institution determined :
married employed voting taxpayer graduate
or) anomalous niche fringes :
part-time loner pedestrian drug-addict deliquent
in reality none of this is person
a dependable consistent
anchor
She makes of His wandering an island
teaches He to settle in Her nesting
&there are lawnmower leaf-rake shedShedSheds&
how many obligatory kindnesses, really(?
romantic tablesetting&converse
equitably
violences abate moments&tv trays wrinkle
softness a wither
ofwhich sensitive is
suspect&exhibit in awkward sexual judgement
combative regarding authority illfit to reason
cocksure, immortal
expediently dissolved
ultimately individual
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an idea of ourselves
interpreted
by the reflections of other ideas
Poe could have said
consciousness creates reality, though not freely
it is guided by the realities
of other consciousnesses
which should mean that this whole thing
could be undone
if one could imagine a here, without
the idea of here inhabiting it
with all
that we see, or seem
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&of the skyblue
purpled with coral, rainbow’d with fish
social/ in groups
to their elements each darting&hunting
a
lively pristine
forgotten
memories
of Cousteau’s conservationalist messages
bringing attention to
macro-polluting Earth’s birthplaces &t/
disappearing reef-dependant marine animals
we are become desert; hoard of bones
the Life that gathers here
is an evolution of scarcity
a picture of illness
struggling to frontier wasteland
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come back to me
breathing mountains in
the skin of raindrops
&
those welcoming sunset-reds
let, from their peaks, the waters
and rivers, come
as grass beneath the toes
&bees,bees, fidgeting the busy flowers
let fall your hair about my face
as a mist, laboured
with the heavy scent of summer
rake my branches
&
empty to again be filled with
color&the sounds of loving
you
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sweet, wet morning subtle haze
trussed up fussy from
the trashcan of sleep to stumble
and all the palenques of cockcrow
rooster’y metaphors barking
at upside-down night
colorset bleary&screwed
gristled in the creaky of ageing
carafe, spoon coffee habitues
&to stare, finally dumb from
the maddening continual reportage
drumskin of everyday beating
beating&ears go seeking softly pillows
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silly in the trifles
gardening a tender skin
press into the open&
fumble out the words, saying
immaculate, precise
clever(
things)
speaking hands holding eyes
everything is kisses&
all the miles travelled, just
to be so many inches from
fewer&fewer answers to
questions about feeling
to
know(
)she knows
in all the many movements
arranging herself completely&
all the muscles possible
to pluck the silly grown
pulled upon the doors
that open with a secret
,only,
she
gives him
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with me
at a peace
come walking, wait
the Slow Sun dips
below a horizon
imagined
as
the blued-colors flood
your
rising skin
let
it seem as all it
has ever
seemed
to be
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idea-saturated economies
overwhelmed internal mechanism
capricious emotional response
i think i’m ready
to disappear
seriously dreaming
where was i going
to be
in all of this(?
too much
&battling that wagered statement
:a “giving up”
knowing i will rise again to kill
the despot, feed him&
twart the revolitionary.This
is My tail-chasing circle
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by whichever avenues
met&
in that expense,extravagant
;a compromise
went not a frugal reason
lifted beyond the means of reality
by a romance felt
&now all are as strangers
to that singular
,interior space
asking that poor of poor
might charity, well
take this lozenge
what ill it will heal
beggar
& be bothersome about its
meaning
“is it not given freely’?(
…)what difference actual generosity
“were you not taken by need,
so asked”)?
it is no filthier now
than we are takers
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depending on need
the wilderness
moves
permitting such geometries
as our
immalleable right-angle
approach
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in defense of misfortune
argue obvious
foundations of sand
do this; make ready
the sacrifice
&defend
-there will be nothing
spoken of victory in
either event
a gainless memorial
of choice holding a doorway
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the worst of it
is the going, after
&a transplant
retain’d memories with
of
left-behind limbs
testament to struggle
find me now this vial!
slender trapping
to dispel
&
be otherwise dispossessed
externality
not withering, will be
or a fading such
&
lengthening of night
no.
it will be we”
sat in the drum
upbraiding racket
caught by the cookie-jar
insane-ly
&
irrelevant
going before
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a piece of it gets inside
&You are a believer
making gestures for sentiments
following collision
)tender parts heal
as well as intentions, yet
“sometimes things happen for a reason(
&if
are altered, Not ended
what comes then of
that
person exchanged
what of collisions romantic
the same, non? there is wreckage
tendernesses
e n d i n g s
but this
is not tragic
it is
explained
everyone, become platonic fishermen! with
their descriptions
&
cynical. you will find it
where you left it waiting
for
a
decision
who, what
are, is a possession does
not need to belong, it is
&
as its nature; a cage
to a finale
commensurate ash hoped
to be more than measurable distinction
somehow
just a bit of the Great Wisdom
ours
&
ours
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had we not our metaphors
so mortared
fast as bricks
&wall
end-to-end
w/this: symbol’d opression
such expense!
Oh, that it had cost us
a long run
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save it(…)Summer’s
gone
&baked as bread sweet-
fresh
while able hands a ravening
fill jars with
earth
you’ll want a little
for your tooth
when
time walking-backwards
catches
those
long ears
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let us of(then)
-the touching ;speak
i
would name the tips
&reaching want a curiosity
O, nothing is unknown
that is
anticipated
to name(then)what
predatorial advances(?
a daring to creep innocent
per-chances,
speak one “yes,
-one yes.remove&awkwardly
into a different pleasure
grip
for all what torture kept
had eaten out the heart
of it
&
cease
rythm slows to stealing
each from each
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when there are nomore
tomorrow’s
&every available lie has been
let
,like so many balloons(
a d r i f t & )
neighbourhoods&neighbourhoodsbetween
a you, a me there
forgetting faces
it will come
that dreamed of day when
all collisions
have of sacrifice a little breathing
wish”
i would say, “wishing has (we knew
the dangers of that place
had hooks
been cast
still
into that torment go and grew
for a somewhere Sun
that
never sets
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let’s
with nothing
start
thinning-out, or
spreading
apart
there within a(vaporous
,perhaps,
skin
(?
one ghostly left-behind
of a
living
start
with nothing,
let’s
&grow&grow
as birth plus(+)time suggests
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whether the micro(macro)/multi -possibles
exist
with all of whatever is or will be
–
every event contained
however beautiful to imagine
that we
can be in no other place
then where we are
rather that we have been
&always
waiting
to arrive.hands,held,sidebyside
backs to the future
watching
with patience
our struggling past
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it has(as of last-night
uncountable millions of flakes)begun
to&blanket the everything
with
a wet mess this
first weeks of motorists misunderstanding
canadian winter
the change is actual
not metaphorical, there is science
in the slowed arrangement of molecules
;hexagonal crystals
it is happening even now(
hear sirens wailing over caution tape
can you?)
September is a tease
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all of that existence, swollen sure&
gone
a balloon’s popping
heaven and the heart feels
light
for all what swimming did
on the edges feather lifted
)’s
air and the kissings
her
said”all that’s gold is green
when the new is newing
&
true
spare us absence,he said
there&here”
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the hours when shadow sets its keening
&setting bends the redding
lowering
light
let come heavy-headed necks of flowers
nodding a steady blaining,inward
eyes
crushed petals
welcome noxious slumber
a stranger into the midden
of each inter-
solitarium
to calibrate the machinery of
time
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with a swiftness&
a movement
cast
aside the vessel, breathe
in-
to
form. liquid interior/”the,”
is
it-self a closenessofSound
full
in the ears
expirating lung
controlled slow
&
contemplative meditation
candle doused to be relit
with
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cannot force the instrument, i
to my will -there is
an agitator must event the process)this
happens, can and does
to the words then&arranging
with purpose
a calligraphy
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try
let fear guide
each moment
this despicable hunger patiently
waits
mine
eventually
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begin(find
what
comes even if poor
decisions met
there is always
a smaller stage
)
tomorrow
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i thought about trifling some
romantical flippancy -a moment ripe
when gentler tones
do not abide this brutal present-tense
what a fist takes of touch
differently(the anxiety of being lost
or silenced by
that frenzying need to be first, be
it is not
an evening slow
when summer simmers low,and the clouds abide
a wide and starlit sky
the insects all
bring forth the firefly
)though, that is close
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the thing is
we
will keep doing
this
– trying to get closercloser
to our heart’s desire
allthewhile
passively absorbing the dismemberings
of
other prophets
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what if(? -you)assured that i
knew for me what was&what wasn’t
that this
methodology/reasoning 4moi)made sense
wld yu
let me alone?discover
if was right, i
trying constantly to get in
aren’t you
problems with locked doors
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it(has)been since Mar 1st/10
&i will nvr4get
the countryside
tht
Old House
(probably condemned now
the ghosts that i had
met there
heart+mind open beneath an
in-pouring night
it’s funny – now
surrounded by so many
yet
feeling alone in a full
room
the dense ruckus ofwhich makes
a silence
ofitsown
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out in to it all
thinly float
see for yourself,
words
spelled on a dream
‘s shore
“let it go
a lie is all you keep
this, and this¬hing
follow me
soon the common-kind
will you endure
le sacre du
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and so he walked the streets
falling in love with the people
that he met
this is a remembering self
a passionate tolerance
being shaped by and shaping
consider any witness to experience
perhaps it was the flower in her hair
made ironic
by
a tendency toward nudity
and so he mused
a so-delicately described admiration
masking
the horror beneath
where the audience finds
a truth about what is imagined
there are no secrets
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gird thyself&wade
the hallow places, look
they come(!
’tis the morning light they drink
in a fellowship of rafters
stumblebum
to the evening sow the downs
lay what last
fitly sleep
&dream the seraphim made them weep
His ab is a gold rib
and the lice
are licking faith
“oh kill,
oh kill all mercies for their sake”
were there, were are
now
&thusly swore there from
there will always be
a sword
to fall upon
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somewhere in MeSpace,I
am a fumbling yarnball
trying
truly
or,
telling self such stories
convincing a
oh, there are dependencies
towhich i can’t relate
herenow noose-tying.right?)
but a surrendering
more rewarding more
difficult
to fall inside
let go. grab hold
once again
pain
is an effort of living. i tell
theseselves, or
emotions are the effort of pain
keep simple what is
&breathebreathe.breathe
either changes not the gossamer
of budding flowers
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walls vibrate with the rhythm
of a wave
eating a constant shore
stripped of the memory of
trees )the in-blown things attract
a fringework of windshape
here:no green snaps&shoots
of idea – only a
percussive drumskin of sky ceiling
echo
manymouthed sounds of shape
&
terrible
terrible
) )people-like things
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&so you come in
flourishing gestures as your
familiar impressions retreat
to an internal architecture while
on the surface !)alive
with irritated projections
looking but finding only glimpses, i
respond inspiring calm
as is why you came with your disguises
that i(practicing love), disarm
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what if i differently did today
taking serenity
learned from avatars&
found actually
a blueskySelf out
would the whims have of it(?
a “me, in the Greengreen
playing shoes
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