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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Don't dawdle

why dawdle or rush into it
allow the process to end the process
and let it all run together

#homeless@36
weightless
average
end



,

Nine thoughts at once

9 thoughts at
once because of lingering effects

things I could never be
fill in the blanks



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return

to the sun
as the air
to the ocean
runs between the
evening of every moment


the unintended
and the unimagined

like homemade
creatures from a distant land
find themselves thinking about
thought ; too tired to fall asleep
forever

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blue smile night

listening to the stars dream
reaching out dilated pliant

I can't take my eyes with me
into this drop of night left circling around through  history
Makes me laugh
with passion
accepting

How long will I have this moment's ornament
twilight  in a dusky workshop
winter is summer
both  born  expected

a world of things and a
path through life purer than I thought




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six letters

if you listen
you can hear the words
turning into glass

If life was a carnival,
which it is...
I would be selling
tickets, not going
on rides

and when I think about you
all I hear is thrombosis




..

what side of me I'm on now

I look through the water
past closed libraries
and fabric
down
into pools under
walk through
air

All I need is
seen through water
a symbol that
puts together how I feel

falling from clouds
a  new sea
waiting to open to the sun

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.

to prove everything might be god

at the center of the sky's breadth
where souls embrace in imaginative ways
our dream doesn't care
that it doesn't matter

who's looking or
who's laughing
here in it all

because everything is
falling together
now
even the Hundred Things
gently lift and
fall
as if nothing was ever taken away


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From Muscles To Mother Moose

words can't escape
the sweeping hands of a clock

repeated in circles
its movement
intent like these
three hands
and three heads



want  to see...
have to see you

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