when to take the cat

sleeping till noon
picking at the cottoncorner... Trying to feel the tree
inside the long forgotten white paper
No, this is not something written about other people's considerations or how my repressed, silent sigh started crying again or
The way you are watching my mouth move, or mouths moving.
It's summer and the vines repeat like
soldered tears and twist your body back into my heart
in between commercials
thier mirage fails and
Stillness finishes the walls
before I ever could
they said there's a  ban now on bread and berries
and the sun's gone to sleep for 20 years
because nothing anyone's saying makes any sense.



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the cat

                                               today I was startled
                                                      by that only person
                                                                 more alive than spring

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the space between trees

quietly
trees touch each other
inching to clouds
inching downward

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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


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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

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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
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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


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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


...

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reach

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

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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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late concert

putting her heart inside mine
i watch her face from the side
a voice
i hear  break gently

so beautiful
and she may be making up all
the words
i see faces watching
below and beside
me disappear into a cloud
as it rains


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mirror/unmirror

I'm less worried about you throwing me away
than I am about you losing me
when it's too dark for a shadow
too late to search the
spaces between words
what's the difference wondering whether
something will begin or end


or wondering
where this will go now
It means nothing and why I care
is all just in our minds
so we try to make it into something nice
if we have time

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You're not far away

freed
voices still
hiding between words
 
forgetting
ourselves

and night lifted
by a single

torn paper that
became your lips


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old adage

I close my eyes and find you in a dream
a smile in the mirror
instead of a cry

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edited version old age

being up near the old newspaper building
and writing this
- no electric here anymore, hasn't been for
about three years
It made me think about why
some things happen the way they do
And how I wouldn't know if something happened up here.

How after Dave visited, as he was leaving
said "tell me when, ...let me know "
For whatever reason his see you later slightly grimaced smile  burned into
my inner tv screen and I have no
idea what he was talking about . Tell him about what? I have no idea...
and I guess that's why I keep seeing his face
Because I'm still wondering in the back of my mind WTF he was
talking about.

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formula

dawn rises
in
flooded space
all right and wrong


because

sometimes 

it's more fun
to not know
what you mean



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anti mars

reflections on
the antipas movement

in a nutshell
it could be described
as trying to find a median before cementing
a thought's formation
thus being more attuned to a multiplicity of experience
Individuals are viewed as giant sets of subsets.
An example would be "it's November
it may as well be December, therefore it may as
well be Spring",  followed by a pause and then
 "...except in Ohio".

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asleep in circles

Again, pleasantly I  
ask from behind this
moving dream
Is a comprehensive explanation enough?
Perhaps a short story to better change the light

Look how it fills the room  
tugging at my blood
She might take off her
clothes on a day like tonight

However asleep you think you are
there will always be days like this night

through the movement of images a straightening out of tiny
universes defines this unsettled intensity
and every time I wonder if you are looking over my shoulder
hearing  my blood stretching past that airy windowsill
with eyes like mirrored lightning, soft curls
and a dreamy touch


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no holds barred

            Like running away or freezing stiff
        I'd rather be running but
       being eaten frozen stiff
    might be interesting.
     For the first minute wondering
   if you will survive as opposed
  to being chopped up
  on the run

 as If I were there again
 remembering
 it is only me

                                            Yes I do monitor those sleeping demons
                                                 and less so a mischievous fancy
                                             But being unbalanced and looking up
                                                         with every way eyes

A skin that keeps the rain out
not words I'd rather not hear or life

I Pause breathe pause
 into an illusion of self
  shadowing purpose vacuous and looking back.
   We are here now and the strangest part is
      how popular pictures still are.


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east harvest

childhood
looking clouds
talking and weeping
I caress a cloud's s closing eye



And learn to pretend
tears I never grew out of
know how to rest


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What am I?

I took away the mountain top to give me a feeling I was tall
I also dug a deep hole that I always stare into.
Sometimes, usually around noon, I can see the bottom way down below
and it makes me feel tall and that makes me happy.

However, at night even though I sleep standing up,
I dream the mountain is even taller than before
and when I wake up in a sweat and run to the hole
it's too dark to see.

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9/15/17 7:00 AM

many strange streams flow
through the landscape of the mind
some with less color less contrast
breeze less
to my body thoughts

of snails and claws
and the parts of me
that pay the tolls

others with a left behind lonely ruin
feel of someone who never learned to ask for anything
the rest filled with mountains
aliens
and air curved wakes
or when I become pregnant and give birth to a monster


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