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Seasons Divide
a bridge there be
where pays warmth
for coolth a generous toll
with fuax fur pelts
wintry games
inglenooks
and hibernations wild
for Mother Earth
Her pulse
Her breath
another rife testament
that She still lives
Mime (from the Time Capsule)
granite flesh in dream—
stir’d by voices
in peripheral eyes—
flinch and freeze
flinch and freeze—
blind palms to invisible walls
top to bottom
side to side
front to back
finding no way out—
despair’d back to stone
and frozen orbs—
till virgin curiosity approaches
nearer and nearer
only to gasp in brief horror
…at a wink
Alien Spring
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
loujen haxm'Yor 