Category Archives: imagination

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?

Rock

some—
see but a fallen angel
a mistake
broken from the flesh of a cliffside
a peril potential to passers unfortunate—
onward traverse these o’er beaten paths

others—
feel the result of Nature’s chisel
as an abstract
or a weather’d ancient ruin
or any infinites
of provokers of imagination—
recess these with bottl’d water and cameras
and cerebral conversation 

Collision of Thoughts Unthinking (09-23)

hear I sometimes
the silent ones
so mischaracteriz’d

how are they?
or why?
to serve
to rule
to just pass time
with me?

possibly
my presuppos’d control
over them
be their way
of regulating my performances
both regular and unnatural

Speaks The Tree

once again
my thoughts traipse through my 6B quill
about time
about life
about the door exiting the future
about anything

then my eyes
feel the sleeping timber
imagine the hues captur’d in the grey
until I contrive purpose

and now hearing the silvery migration
I am gratify’d

From the Crow’s Nest

be embrac’d my sight
by convergence
of Heaven’s tidal wave

as the rest of myself
anticipates a steeping
ethereal uncertainty

of certain elation

Spark

my dearly belov’d Sight
unveil

that She might
caress the distance
with Clarity

and of Myself let the rest
Imagine a Meaning

Secondary Soul (from the Time Capsule)

as far as she
        shines
flyeth she
   till a wall
wherein she’ll penetrate
curiously and see
          behind
to the next wall

how she might
despair
        fantasizing
great flocks
         of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
      ever confusing
      and reidentifying

I’m born
                I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
                         during
                              and after
             me
(suppos’dly)

          but
of myself a part
has always been
   I
      of Everything

or is Everything
               Me?

for Now
…perhaps