and gets hung
on the curb
then,
freed by the wind
lands in brown weeds
beside the big ditch.
I kick at a beer can.
the houses seem smaller,
the neighborhood
tired, run...
large pine trees in a bark beetle free forest
after living long lives of capturing carbon
& releasing oxygen & having been a home
to myriad wildlife...
I stepped outside
my flat I named
the bunker
and there was
a woman
bestial
with insane eyes
surrounded
by the trash
of her own making
syringes
toilet paper
plastic bottles
and a tomato
"you really shouldn’t
be here"
I...
"Flight" an acrylic painting on linen.
poems
are not meant
to
impress you.
they
are written
to
help me
make it
thru the night.
...on a very cold morning.
Should I admit
it all started as a pile of phrases
and a symmetry fetish?
Should I credit
nighthawks and traffic
in the liner notes?
Should I care
that all characters...
I am weeping. Please take my tears. It's all I have left. I lost myself. I don't want to find me either. I am...
Sometimes I just feel like telling a love story with a happy ending, and none of that conflict that people are told they need...
“Why don't you write about me!”
she wailed from the bed as he sat
before his desk, lost in reverie.
Without looking up, he replied:
“My dear, it is...
I'll be brief, for we are both busy
and the calendar Gods have laid waste to
that idyllic peace which, if we're honest,
is as foreign to...
I screech and I hoot and I dance on this morning
for sunlight through the windows,
clean, cold air and
a woman.
It seems she’s content to stare...
what I don’t know could fill volumes…
the formula is V = s3 if all of the things
I don’t know were stored inside
a cube shaped...
Near the Mexico border
in the Chisos Mountains of West Texas
they say it is so dark that you can see
the entire Milky Way
without trying
I look...
in the kitchen of the blacksmith
there are only wooden spoons
his hand pauses to examine the sky
silverware falters
tumbles from the clouds
and rains across the cindered...
It is there
when a hole in the road
accommodates the water that carved it
and later, the patch that fills it,
when a mango and stone
accept their...
How old was I?
I can’t be sure. You know
How Time can be; how it
Gets stretched, compressed
Torn and torched, but
I know I was young
Trying to...
I’d hoped the cruise on the Seine would be the highlight,
but it wasn’t. Nor was the open top bus tour.
We inched up the Eiffel...
Lacquer on wooden board 23x25cm
I remember talking to God
the conversation left unfinished
I got up and went
to go about my madness
but there was a moment there with Him
where my...
so far we have read the rules
in black and white
in print
meanwhile others translate them in different colors
i read your poetry in the rain
Went to church today.
A sanctuary of a few sitting
and spread out at the pews
in front and behind me.
A man at the left corner
of the...
You are not the trees, nor the clouds
reflected in a black plate pond.
The diving knife breaks the disk
pulls the jelly plant: You are not...
His coat of several years—
an acoustic blue and thyme puffer
morphed into kangaroo pockets.
It hordes crumpled store receipts
(with barely visible ink), napkins
taken from Dunkin Donuts...
It’s been raining since Christmas yet the water is lower than ever before and there’s a newly revealed rock looks like the hood of...
I will grow my remaining hair long,
and wear slip-on shoes.
I will clear a corner in my house,
set up an easel, and paint badly.
I will...
he let me sell my poetry books
in his comic book shop
one day I wandered in to see if any had sold
they hadn't
Dan, I have...
I rearranged my books
on the shelf today in alphabetical order.
Didn't realize how much time
had passed on arrangements alone.
What about the impatience and shouts
coming from...
Doesn't wanna see the next day
As long as his hair and beard
Not shaved. Same old sweater.
Same old fading jeans. Same
Old scent. Same old bad...
when i am dead
will i search
for a dead goose’s feather
& dip the calamus
into a dead fire’s ashes
& into a dead beehive’s wax
& write a...
he said he was looking for the light
but i thought he said stay with me forever
i remember windflowers & the way
he crossed his arms behind...
A small hermit crab
walked on her hand,
she gently cupped
and closed.
Hermit crab
moved house that day,
but still it was
a familiar place.
If hardened eye and calloused hand
are able to perceive
a rim of gold around a plate,
a touch of lace upon a sleeve,
and if the rough...
sunlight
glinting off
piss
Sometimes I think I should stick to fiction. It’s probably easier to remember lies than is it to remember little beads of truth so...
A man whose heart is a time bomb
says leave the house, breathe
some fresh air, meet people,
take chances.
When he was younger he advised
all his friends...
these days
these nights
a hammer pounds against my head
after each death in your sea
my tongue is sour
neck & back needs twisting
no matter how early
or late...
They’re 85
walk daily
he holding her hand.
She stops frequently
transfixed
by far off.
Fusses
with her scarf
until she’s done.
Even now
he watches
still smitten.
The moon and I have time tonight
to give the year a fair review,
to talk about the times that we
were bloodied, halved, in hiding,
and the...
If a person flies
off a barstool
into the open arms
of the floor
are they not paying
the cost for taking
a shortcut to love?
Falling in love is like swallowing grains of sand
to recover the pebble you skipped across the pond
by your childhood home, the ripples setting in
motion...
slowly it diminishes
withdrawing toward the wall and ground
each one taken without thinking
until before you know it
all that is left are the bark scraps
and a...
I had lunch yesterday
in an apartment
overlooking
the neighborhood
in which I grew up
and now I know how God feels
Myrna was standing in a long line
waiting to checkout when a lady
in her early 60’s dropped her cane
& it turned out she had the...
of Cain’s Mayonnaise, circa 1975
Powder blue Porsche
both delicate and racy
for small town roads
speed limit sign,
30 miles per hour
certainly restricts this car.
Cotton-soft light blue color
obscures...
We’d catch carp
in the river
put-em on a stringer
walk home
through the alleys
of the boulevard homes
throw them over
the privacy fences
into the backyard pools
their bottom sucking
mouths still...
After thinking
not too much
or too long,
I knew I needed
to get a job.
Mike said so, too,
but mostly
so he could buy pot
and get his parents
off his...
When I look back, I picture a multi-million pound
Formula One pit crew,
making snap decisions at break-neck speed,
but instead of shaving seconds off,
this team’s goal...
There’s a storm already brewing,
asphalt waiting for a shine,
a string of lights all set to spill
and bleed as watercolors
only one of us will see.
But...
The past continues to
Breathe in me.
Occasionally it is kind,
Tho often it finds me
Breathless.
I glance back and small details
Come alive, with strange power to wound...
Click any image to view full-screen.
I don’t wanna talk to anyone
I wanna have a conversation with
a blackberry bush in summer
I’d say, you sure look like you’re thriving
and the bush...
this is a poem about my mother
that is what this is about
my wonderful mother and how I did not
go see her for years because...
Last night I dreamt of the perfect opening line
to a poem that would, I had no doubt, piece
back together the crumbling world. It was...
The SPOTLIGHT EFFECT is the psychological phenomenon by which people tend to believe they are being noticed more than they really are. Being that...
was
for a group
of aspiring writers,
the host
asked me to
start off by giving the
audience a writing challenge of sorts,
something
to think about
while i was reading.
i thought
that was...
my mother
combed my hair.
i was standing in
the kitchen with my friend Stephen
(it was always Stephen, never Steve)
and
we were
getting ready
to go back out to play.
i...
because god was lonely and everybody loves you
when you're six feet underground some say paranoia
is a heightened sense of perception but it's another
type of...
Among the litany of lost relics,
a Swiss music box tree stand
that played O du fröhliche, silver
and sent home after the war
and a holy rustic doll...
there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising
The rust-colored brick tenements
testify to the city's history,
shifting masses of tenants
absorbed with daily drudgery,
jobs, errands, rendezvous.
Inside each apartment, walls
of mementos, souvenirs, prizes
down the long...
Ours was the turnaround driveway, the one in which mistaken cars corrected themselves, and zoomed back up the street.
My mother said, somebody’s here every time,...
I’ve been so long writing what has turned into a novella, hate that fucking word, and like, fuck me dead, I just want to...
You have a warm smile
You are twenty-six years old
You are strawberry blonde like your siblings
You have strong shoulders and a six-pack we envy
You are...
There can be a lot of waiting,
but that's ok, he noted
as we leaned into the night
and the sky became a window
to a thousand seasons past.
We...
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I had a big book of haikus
that I lost to homelessness
which is a haiku in itself
but it hurts too much
to write it
I cried when...
saw some alien visitation jizz on unsolved TV
close encounters of the filthy kind
with all-you-can-eat UFO porn
vintage 8mm clips
brazilian style
pretty pink
pulsating orbs
shaky cam zooms
focusing on...
After bathing in heavy cream,
I turn down the covers
of my Procrustean bed,
“itching” (as the song goes)
“like a man on a fuzzy tree”
who’s “gonna need...
The last time
I enter this room,
pushing past the
clothing and the
furniture into the
landscape of this room, where there is a bed,
where there is a rug,...
something is changing here,
so slight it can hardly be
noticed.
yet it has been. a feeling,
came with the light rain.
the quietness.
all things are changing.
Mobile photography, New York, Fall 2022.
No yellow brick road.
It’s fire brick, used for ovens.
A walkway cul-de-sac
not a scenic drive.
Buttons of every size,
shape, color & un-Aryan creed.
Stored like ashes
in giant...
Stuff tulips in your mouth
Don't deny your heritage
Dutch girl.
If you have intelligence, sadness and an innocent face I stick to you.
What I see:
The emperor's...
Oil paint on Ampersand Gessobord panel, 3mm uncradled - 54cm x 30cm
find the chosen pathways
watch the birds and wild
flowers grow
below the scene plays out
with wildlife as punctuation
There were a thousand stars
reflected in a schist rock bowl
of rain. One of them was mercy
though you claimed you didn't
know which. You stirred them...
fear
of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else will
understand
While asleep on my back,
fingers jitter, type a worrisome
montage of scenes, beginning
with a fall from a harp player’s sky
to an ocean of sharks,
a parachute,...
Spotlight effect
things i haven’t done since primary school
eaten tapioca pudding with rose hip syrup
asked a girl the color of her knickers
won a competition for who...
The Book of Unknowing
1
What is this scrim between
Music and the self?
Who is incarcerated for
The crime of lucidity?
2
How does one expunge
The soul’s bile?
What is this...
They will come
if you conjure them into existence,
if you sneer at them and tell them, directly,
how stupid they are, if you insult them they...
It takes a lifetime
to press.
And there's no atonement
but for the very rebellion of being
in the flesh, I've seen birds
hang so heavy.
You were here,
it happened.
Your...
this silence is better
soft sounds of the keyboard
the gale winds and rain stop
subtle whispering of the ceiling fan
birds gone to roost
and no trucks on...
the fifer piping long around the main street and also the kathunk of a truck crossing the coleman, today is the reckoning of sadness,...
I didn’t replace you, girl.
I did clean the blood your body left
after the cancer came on, a slow crawl.
Then quick. Like you were bit
by...
dinner boys are unnecessary
to window a past of shed snakeskins
hushed of meat
everyone leaves on last-laugh ships
tricky grandfathers too
when the wilderness returns
& the time of...
“The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.” Wayne Dyer
I have put pen to much that I ought not have
written, including,...
is your head clear today, loose limbs, while
mild air floats above.
will you go the other way, as you did
yesterday?
One. The burden to carry
other, to make it all right.
I take my prejudice hard
rather have it punched
down the drain, things and events
cream and licorice,...
the black rose of poverty smells
like the money you wanna ask your parents for
old leftover refrigerated pizza
the leather of a wallet there's no point...
Once in a while
on a weeknight
I’d scrape up a few bucks
to get a couple beers
at the corner bar.
I’d never talk to anyone,
just sit and...
Moon, I've lost my shadow.
Three friends are here, ready to drink
and dance, as Zhongba temple bells toll.
My pilgrimage took me past a village
whose only...
Days before the flames, I flailed and freaked
in your arms at the front door
of our friends’ home.
I was one, my sister, seven.
No one knew...
https://youtu.be/HyZIvnkkaxc?feature=share
doesn’t matter
darks
whites
or colors
the lint screen
is always gray
You, at home where sea and sand negotiate,
where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces;
I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger in the...
a dear friend
recently died
unexpectedly
voluntarily
taking with him
some of our pain
and most of
the answers
leaving us with
all the grief
Midwife to spirits, you call for water,
circle the chairs, position the planchette,
your fingers soft on old mahogany.
The grace of touch - oh, how we dead mourn...
but don’t tell me I must leave,
I must let go. You frighten me,
the one I treasure, the one
who holds my hand.
Why are you so...
there have been a couple
of incidents but now she
is in disguise
with different
hair
Abstract | 16 x 12 Cm | On Paper | 2022
as she got old
everything
turned into
something
to fuss about
upset till the end
died
trying to decide
coffin or cremation
my brain matter is worth 7 bucks
read me on kindle and I’m worth even less
my frustration is fourteen cents prolly
my longing is a bright...
There was a fork in the road, and I chose properly. The path ahead was beautiful, full of love, but the love was elusive.
Blablabla...
There are mornings when
"Good Morning America"
wakes me up
and I don't need to
open my eyes
to know you're still
not home
*
There are mornings when
we stand in the...
Bone yellow light
from a forty watt bulb
warms stale air
and clings to the skin
of my funeral coat.
My starched cotton shirts
carry dust on their shoulders.
Hung on...
Digital Art
Across from the fried-egg
fug and clatter of the café
a woman stands ironing
in the big bay window
of a first floor flat.
It's a wet November day
and...
why do you come to me in this satanic moonlight?
you who were the red balloons of summer.
you who were every love song I sang...
The neighborhood will be an old body
whose cells have turned over.
Long dormant ghosts will animate
like leaves beneath a passing car.
No one will collect fiberglass...
A homeless man begs.
His cardboard sign,
written in crimson—
the world’s out of balance,
Armageddon is nigh.
Without being seen
huge mountains of ice
roll in the ocean
and then disappear.
An...
Abstract | 16 x 12 Cm | On Paper | 2022
she was drawn again yesterday with her sibling
though it did not look quite right so
shall i tear the sister off?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
rolled by a beetle over your sky,
everyday.
Cover your eyes in kohl
against this young gods glare.
Inhale cinnamon oil smoothed
into warm skin. He tells you
there is...
Hey,
Because I dropped my phone in the water and learned that sleeping masks are not tripods, I'm writing this in my notebook, sitting at...
Never mind "unnatural"!
Natural is sold at supermarkets
wrapped in non-recyclable plastic.
Wrapping. Don’t get me started.
My rooster can stand on one leg
or spondaic goosestep to a...
my hands
through your
red hair
give me
3rd degree burns
I have...
because my dog is odd.
At first, I thought
he was probably autistic
or maybe broken by abuse
from a previous owner
& then I read
that his breed is...
was a
ruined white flower.
she
had to
be 80 or more,
but
she stood there,
in the back of the room,
while i
read my poems
to a couple of dozen students
who only
looked...
Each day I grow colder.
The sun calls my name
but I have no will to answer.
The people on my street
crane their necks
and point upward.
Diabetes has...
I’d rather be a large cat—
leopard or jaguar.
No arguments with a spouse.
Marriage isn’t a thing.
Kill when pissed-off.
Eat the offender.
Lick myself handsome,
before the prowl.
Squat, claim...
I wear my mother’s pendant some days
Not my style, really, gemstones bunched into a bouquet
dainty
I prefer
heavy
or nothing at all
I feel silly, wary
femininity does not...
The hammock is hung
between aspen and oak
which means one day logic
will flutter its pretty fingers
and fall on its head. Our rescue
dog sleeps nose to...
man is a quick machine
a dangerous machine
a tricky-powerful
slick machine
but not always,”
said the lion
between
bites.
January 1, 2022: fly like a buffly,
sting like a bee!
December 31: dropped on the bed
like a wacked fly,
stung by reality
of the wind blows
that yell, Get...
for this world.
I say, “I’m not,
but I try to be.”
I sat in our small kitchen, one warm summer morning
waiting for the call
the rest of the family went out of town for a couple...
I have nothing
to complain about
but I still do.
I’m working on
getting better
about that
but it ain’t easy
when raised
living is grumbling
about how life
is always out
to getcha
Go back to that place
where just below the view
of Holmes Bay, with its seal's back
island, its lobster pots and birds,
there is a windowsill
with aquamarine...
I
am
the one
who has been
abandoned by God
in this bedroom, the window shut.
adds an extra jumper,
adds early to bed,
early to rise so no light lost.
Candlemaker winter
small heat on raw palms.
Careful flame does not wander
burn this shelter...
Ogling
at an image
of a
four foot wide
‘All natural’
megabum
while queuing
in the supermarket
sensational real life
can only be
featured on
the front page
of a magazine
where an
83-year-old woman
can have
incredible sex
with a...
“Excuse me,” he said,
interrupting his guest
to reach into the sky
and tap, gently, twice.
“That star has been
bothering me all night.
Now, you were saying?”
Dear Dan,
I miss you. I see you puffing so much at cigarettes you could push a sailboat with your breath. You'll die of cancer...
currently I am unavailable
to press through the current events
of the day
the wife of Britain’s ex-prime minister
was caught in a dress someone claimed
unbecoming of funeral...
the neighbor
next door
is crying
wailing really
I can’t do anything about it
but say it’s ok
even though she can’t hear me
and it’s not
everything — even love —
seems to have an edge
to which all
gravitate
till it's reached — only to curve
below, under — to wither
never quite alive —...
some pains of the heart
never dissipate
but rather sow themselves
within the landscape of the mind
as perennials
of regret and remorse
There are things
that exist between places
but never in places.
Where you start
and where you arrive
will contain none of these.
She screams at me
over the telephone
telling me
I’ll be responsible
for her death
somehow it’s
become my fault
that she keeps
her crack
in a suitcase
under the stairs
he screams at me
because...
my Papap is sick
and in the hospital
he’s 95
I can call to talk to him
we’ve never known what to say to
each other
it might be time...
writing a
good poem
about sex
is like
cheating on
my wife
without having
an affair
autumn rain...
I try not to be afraid
of eternity
Distant boys
sing from distant hills.
Not rice but raisins are thrown
and the stones that lead
are paved with lemon.
I'm not sauer.
Daffodils are on my head
you carry...
there’s
a pain
in my gut
just below
my chest
where
the whole
world
has blown up
I am all
that’s left
which is
only rubble
even the fridge
is struggling
pumping & gurgling
frantically
Soon I will be going to
a family reunion
without part of my family,
which makes “reunion” more like
Lewis Carroll’s unbirthday party.
A man who looks like my...
in your dusty
faded
photograph
you finally
look like a man
who killed himself
you have now left us
with that
you murdered yourself
and in your own way
us too
I pretend for a moment
that I understand something
anything at all
Then try to explain it to myself
following the infinite thoughts that led me
to this imagined...
i dreamt people thought i was dead
and naked waitresses served them at my wake
when i woke and listened to the news
i believed them
war
famine
pestilence
the fourth...
well penned words
on a page
not unlike
well trained actors
on a stage
one day this poem
woke up homeless
it moved its shadow across the street
but nothing else changed
birds flew overhead
traffic moved along
the past on its way
to the...
I wish
I could write
happy things,
stuff about
daisies,
moonlight,
a first kiss,
or a mid-life lover,
the greeting card stanzas
that warm us
like a puppy
or a big furry cat
laying in our...
according to webMD
for three weeks every month women prefer men
with feminine features as they are more likely to be committed and nurturing
for one week...
He needed nothing for Christmas
but fishing was in his blood
Just to feel the sea breeze
the smell of the water
the pull on the line
The last...
condemned to die
but in the meantime
we can watch free movies
looking
at the mountain
with its
stationary stare
and seemingly
vacant thought
it is
tempting
to assume
absolute ignorance
a mere
feature
within a mute
landscape
but this
could be wisdom
at its purest
this lack
of a need
to
express
what is
There is a shark in the bath water, a frightening
fin making late night calls titled, “Bye-Bye America.”
We listen, but the dialogue is scripted in...
One day when I was fourteen
watching TV in our basement alone
my father
who could do everything it seemed
design buildings
rebuild car engines
make his own bow arrowheads...
Dean wrote
his heart out
often out
of his mind
hitchhiking
the back roads
riding along
with any muse
who stopped
to pick him up
safety
be damned
he was
not afraid
to bail on
an indulgent
poem
careening
across the page
or...
mounds of paper, pens
that never run out of ink
to write, write
watch squirrels bend
low branches, bend
not break, my back bends
over the desk
kink in my shoulder
the...
Dear Jame,
you're right in the other room but in this sickness you are very far. the angels are tickling me. i have the Phillies...
all I can do
is go outside
with a cigarette
when my wife
is on the phone
talking about hurricanes
and how much
we’re in debt
I sit there nervously
puffing away
I keep...
day of small things,
slowly steadily worked
as we rest the dust motes,
shine as gold.
I look at my watch,
its round deadpan face.
The second hand
helps move the first.
Without it
it’s harder
to tell time
is passing.
fallen leaves cover the ground
bird on a branch looking everywhere
two birds on the beach searching the sands
for something to eat
a woman comes to the...
The last breath
are words that share
a heavy weight
with those few words
that are impossible to comprehend
meaning both everything and nothing
a finality beyond final
It seems there...
I think
I’m going
to want
to kill myself
so I can
call
the suicide hotline
and
have
someone
to talk to
The heart has a stone—
the weight of its master tied to it
going down to the sea depth.
We are given a double dare—
a dagger, daring...
America’s fucked
I want to go to America
I can’t get to America
If I get to America they won’t let me back
I can’t stay here
I’m fucked
At...
ascend
the mountain
gathering
descend
the mountain
scattering
I had to light
a second cigarette
I was too anxious
science says
smoking makes you
more anxious
screw science
I know what
calms me down
I pictured our
rickety old waitress
coming out
saying you...
Words circle an elusive center of meaning
as wolves searching for warmth stalk fires
on the coldest night of the year
and aurora borealis
dances in awe of...
mycribso
closetoyo
urcoffinIb
arelyhadro
omtobreathe
post-menopausal
my feet get cold
really, very cold
so i bought a pair
of fleece woven
house boots
soft rubber memory soles
made in Iceland
my hair doesn't get
greasy anymore
my skin is...
There must be some mistake
I can’t be that old
Check the ledger again
The ledger is correct, sir
It is never wrong
And while you’re here
Here is your...
light came, we saw the green ness of it all. we live in the country.
I asked Dad
what he’d been doing lately.
He said he’d been having
nice phone conversations.
I asked who he’d been talking to.
He said Jason.
“Who’s Jason?” I said.
Dad’s...
I may have been a child once
I cannot recall young legs,
bright cheeks, smooth skin -
mirror reflects truth, aged
tired eyes, silver strands
of hair no longer...
Do you remember when we planted the garden
I tilled the soil and you followed behind
carefully making lines for rows
then lovingly placing each seed
about a...
the river flows and flows
the castle walls have been breached
a dinner table heaves
on the ramparts of our friendships
crows, bearing news
Luck is that way
rain falls over picnic
dropped vase, water
dribbles ankles, floor
slippery, rivulets
run driveway cracks,
car has a new dent
flaked with red paint
crimson tears on gray
I...
Someday someone I love
will find everything I have left
hidden in boxes
filed in cabinets
hung on walls
or even buried in rubble.
It may simply be thrown away
and...
There was a bus driver who had driven
the very same route for fourteen years
and never been able to get through
the last five lights on...
I found a room
through the classifieds,
down the street
in a clapboard house
not far from my job.
I met Dale the landlord
on my lunch hour.
He led me...
I wonder
what the opposite & equal reaction was
to my loving you
I know
it doesn’t mean that you loved me
as much in return
the heavenly motion
of our...
He wasn’t a poet who woke early
and wrote of distant trains drumming
under a late blooming moon.
He was much fresher than that.
But reading his new...
Doctor told me today
that I am cancer free.
Then Albert Pujols hit
home runs 699 & 700
in my honor. My very
special, good news day!
didn’t
see poetry
as anything special.
it was
just a part of him.
a
part of
what he did...
every day.
he’d get up in the morning,
have his coffee...
walk out
with the dog
and
write a...
I wandered around
after Tim shot himself
in the basement,
the place where
we made out and
watched monster movies
after high school dances.
“I like you,” he had said.
“But I...
f I could only fly
he sings,
serving up his marrow
like the hors d'oeuvres no one takes,
graciously enough
to ache in front of strangers,
to miss somebody openly
while...
you are taking
everything from me
overcoming me
with you
I’m like stars
running out of light
succumbing
to the sunrise
I’m on the street
shielding my eyes from you
till there’s nothing left...
Lean out of this convention
of age with your coffee, your
blue humor and your explanation.
I might even back up and laugh.
I got here, too, you...
now we are just passengers
at best something, a shadow, comes within grasp
the music continues to play
on the rails the wagon proceeds
meditation had been such...
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There are words that do the poetry, they are endless, you can get the lawn the way it was light and dark, always moving,...
