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as the rest of myself
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
Analysts
caldron casserole
roadkill on witch’s canvas
What are we seeing?
Windows
congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries
perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
After the Rain
one Morn cherish’d I
when Mother Earth
step’d from her shower
don’d her favorite robe
and invit’d Half Moon
to have breakfast
with the Sun and Me
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
limitless
eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night
yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness
Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence
loujen haxm'Yor 