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The steam

brings my imagination out of focus

the wise glances too infinite for eyes

the moon

at the crossroad

the surging furry vision

of  Love's

pale importance


stars and the autumn moon

kissing my blood

swallowing u p the tight smooth flowers

Against the river’s

solid stance

able

a monument to your last words.
 
 
 
 
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The dimensional measurement of light

time rushes along my nerves 
like the black around flames the past
fills my consciousness with invisible light
Sacred  flaws communitcated
through sonic fields of flesh
a new intimacy found on an empty escape  


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fractured wanting

dis remembered
dreams filling
    the gaps between spaced images
seeing the
                 wishing
Within 
the
angelic blue electricity 


the alchemy of two souls drifting
armed with each others salvation


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the crying out of april

Like the lover who loves waiting
wading in breath paused lengths of patience
still and breathing
The rain


From a highland trail I see the ocean
erode the sun
like mountain moss
inexhaustible and
cool

autumn pulls the lonely
wind set in
in ways like this
as day stars hug warm
the coolness

what promise is
an incomprehensible vision
and I sense know you are there

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..

Adjusting to spring

spring 
quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth

..

Life stretched into words

nature undressed
of the slosh and polish
spring in my breath

white face letters from
starved earth
easy as eyes closed

let loose from how to
fresh sheets for paradise
to begin anew


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Slow sky vision

Around you the stars walk
as still we dream outside ourselves
into moving pictures

Ocean tossed dreams crashing onto rocks
and listening as heartbeats 
turn to an intimate vision
drinking from rivers we run
through the sky



..

The space that is not anywhere

Like great silver prisms
these thoughts return
flowing back into my mind
back to the front of night

where fingers of rain get tangled in
the smooth facade
and bolts of lightning fatigue
the broken moon
trying not to understand

what's there
between the sand
blowing in the sky


..

An Account Of Our Surroundings

the tiny anxieties
we know
exist
like dirt painted by
cleansing rain
heard by unseen air

we know them by the ten thousand
scars on dry hills
oceans of single gunshots

bleeding rivers
that tear into forest flowers
as rare as peace
passing the testimony of sleeping beasts



..

Black Snake

uncoiling in a wake
of deepening silence
a lining left in its place
a history time drew out and
erased
 

unwinding held back smiles
quietly spreading forward
behind a curiosity
..

On love

 
And all you see
that I don't

like the delicate dust 
on the rhymes of one heart
drumming a beat to the big sky
...

Of Course

For now, the words look right
between  the narrow spaces
with ends that follow ends

within a frame climbing,
climbing the invisible walls
as we come to be
aware again
suddenly

and these waves that hit, hit hard
and we all can feel what's inside
the flow

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