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Fire from the Sky
woodlands scorch’d to ash
beasts ambush’d to annihilation
compost’d soil
somehow
be brought abed
of newer but divergent woods
of newer but divergent beasts
of future
vigilant scientific eyes
In Memory of Memory
with purpose I enter a room
only to ask myself “Why?”
standing… looking around…
struggling for the reason—
only to retreat backwards
retracing my mind’s steps
to the nearest beginning—
and after a while something reminds me
of my original task
and I bear for it aggressively
thinking only of it
till it’s done
it happens more now
I see a face in my head
someone familiar… or famous
whom I’ve seen hundreds of times—
I should know her… or him—
I do recognize them
but what were their names?
A…B…C… all the way to Z
sometimes helps
but not this moment—
I loathe to use th’ internet
but surrender to it… find my answer…
then repeat as many names
to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts
it happens more now
I must practice…practice…practice
like keeping post-its for brain waves
that I might fail less
in the coming tomorrows
oh God!
what was I just thinking?
it happens more now
Dream Pollen 3
a strong wind
of uncontrol’d thought
blows like a cue ball
into families of rem
scattering kin to and fro
changing dance partners
the real with the unreal
most of which will be forgotten
others for safekeeping
till the next runaway gale
Hope While the Dragon’s Awake
Spirit of th’ Earth
let us invocate
grace Her with gentle strokes
for purring comfort in Her song
inspiring floodwaters to don
their rainbow mists
into songs of encouragement
not for the morrow
when This Moment will do
to be ours to dream
Farewell for Now (from the Time Capsule)
last light to sail upon thy orbs
shall be my face—
a smile
masking my heart’s melancholy
on your journey
beyond the peaks of dark stars—
a smile
forever a memory
in thy spirit’s lifeline—
until the flesh of my own ghost
adds substance to your dream
and our smiles embrace
Collision of Thoughts (03/24)
‘twas not always a part
of this infrequent dream
where land and sky rendezvous’d
in quiet harmony
but now a distant gap
has been arcanely occupy’d
with another mystery to engage
this already megafusion of senses
what else might be there
on some return trip?
loujen haxm'Yor 