Six times six is thirty six

a  slow time rushes into my nerves
past the black around flames
and fills my consciousness with invisible light

In Sacred communal ultrasonic fields
an intimacy found with empty space

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summer story

Yellow and black
apple and pick a
winter
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the
unreachable
verb


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feeding the cats

I don't do  much anymore
but that doesn't mean I'm "still" crazy
( which of course I am)
 I don't mind roaming
room to room thinking about
how much I hate myself and laughing



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chinook

i feel you  here

 how?

as night sleeps in  shadows
so You say
oceans dance in your eyes
and then it all folded into
rightly into a dream


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