the space between trees

quietly
trees touch each other
inching to clouds
inching downward

.
..

Our love grows by the our

patience waiting

Our love grows by the our
communicating
our silence

stretched out from inside 
turning, dropping our eyes from the gaze

like slow time
lifting the falls
on the back of it all
It's true
souls stretched out past the world
feeling things we need to know
all the time at the same time
squeezed into sunshine from how fast
time'g got
to stop calling out in the night
like this


.

block grin

when all the lovers were

laying back quietly

thinking

about whatever dream

we skipped

to the ending

too lazy

to take in air

unraveling before us into

one love

l

the stable

My mind wanders about
All the times I thought
like this
the only truth was
about those feelings
too big to fall through
Because there must be something else
something I can’t even imagine floating

in a brilliant stream
of light

from the author
of oceans
water spouts
fire and
other sacred
things
how everything shines

Scored in
solitary lines
or soaring from cliffs
loud in the
corners of eyes

The singing instrument
under a covered canvas
reminder
that like a love grows
I can't escape
or stop summer from raining

A long time ago
ambition became unobservable
and on the surface of a falling body
everything is impossible

.
.

strange triangle

3 random lines

atriangle around
a certain sentence
on the surface

touching so alone and
passed over
Until now

This must be
what was long ago
absorbed by the spirit of the astral body
and transformed consciously even now

.

..

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ole slim #14 ( final attempt)

In the calm back bottom of
the down under back lands
came a voice through dreams

You can be surrounded
by people who've disappeared
and are still singing in your heart

fortified by harmonies
and still glistening on my skin
sparkling and reclaiming
a craving for life



 -Monk Theramu Von Boxely  1493 AD
.

endlessly

Moderation
how can I not talk about it
about how that's
all I can do

I can steer towards there
but like a storm that sweeps through and leaves thunder
you don't have to
so i never had self control

So go pull a rabbit out of your back
or make fun of
someones injury, but

I tried
and I watched and tried again
endlessly spinning in
"no direction"
but I'm still alive
so this is about
good
stuff


.

an interconnected conflirt

and the only thing important
the most important if you include nothing
is that this vicinity
remains innactive


Ok so now I'm prepared to present
something that I've repeated four times
to exclude my being
not ever present
to the other speaker

See  Larry
See  Joan
And their computer, Chris


...

.

reach

I drove past the party
I was too afraid
Today has been another failure

.

Sen sen yum yum

and the old
gentle
sound of rain
in the beginning

or the cotton ball
tip in my ear

I don't feel it there
anymore

so,
I'll take my cue from your words
fui guermo yo esmes certo 

.
.
.
.
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Day 264:

I thought I didn't understand what people were saying
because they were speaking in an unclear manner
making it hard to follow what they were trying to say
and then I realized it was me.

analyzed and expected
time breathes
and grows and from inside a dream
truth changes
it's voice
chirped but unbroken
and loved ever so
much more

Silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being
something
near
like the wonder
of words together
like the spark
between up and down heartbeats

.

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in hearts heard round the world
the longing for something to last

For there to be time for us to
shape our methods and plans

and edit yesterdays yearnings
into innocent wishes

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