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i feel youre still here perhaps somehow
holding on
as I hold on
to your dark lashes
and drink the salt from your tears


I fall into   a


memory and
I
see
the folded shadows turning to dreams
I run back into your eye s lids to sleep
so I can dream inside your eye's
mind


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The Language Of Hornets

Thinking seems useless
so we whisper to each other
gently
unheard
and smile with the 
inside of our hearts

curle dinto
a circular
beating

as the sound of rain outside plays its lullaby
through magnetic fields of  light



..

The Stingler Of Comforts Come

tears like rain from a
black cloud
so black the rain itself
is pulled inside
 
as the bee buzz  
escape assures me
me, this morning
doesn't know how to be mean
and pretty at the same time.


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Lovely View

writing to faint chimes
can you hear them
humble as a grey sky

past a dusty saucer
a half open book
captures a shadow
past half
open drawers to look at the view
All you,
love
closer than thought
and empty space




 ..
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Universal choir

Like how the
rain sings to the birds
its repeating chorus

like how the night looks
out at the stars



...

six foot smiles long

god sends wind and
blows change
a full six foot smiles long



...

fond memories

 

 Your words sleep inside my head
as the night screams
and daydreams take
life way inside 
to tell all

awake forever
inside the
changing light upon your
beautiful skin

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Shadows in a room full of night

border
electron sparklerettes
streak softly around corners
into dreams
mixed all together 

Shapes of long long
Ago Long as
Missed dream ripples
and lifeless chairs

now can't live till it reaches
out and nests in our eyes
here down in my heart

brain chemical 741 deficit

worlds weave inside me
  caressing spreading rays
  into unknown dimensions
destinations
 as far away as
plain spoken
dreams
untangled   at the ends  
   to see almost
anything


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The Night stand

you and I
and the sleeping breath
moving inside backwards
into an early night
hands
holding on the unforgettable
rhythm 
of hearts run through
ever ever held
at this point 


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The Two Mads

 do not tell thee how to be mad .



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The Frame and the Door

alternating close woven
breathing life in two
the beings are white feel  warmth and ache
with pleasure
being you there translucent. skin
pressed into endlessness



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