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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

Fishing in the Fog

eyes have sunken
through stilly water

open
asleep

yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time

tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning

after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?

Cerebration Block

the sinew of my thoughts
has melt’d away
scattering their bones
in a crapshoot
to indecision

what can I dream up next?

gotta smear
that blank canvas
let the daubs
inspire my sight
ere I sleep on it

Contemplation

over half a century ‘tis been
since to th’ unknown
Time first spoke
in the vocabulary of tears

and now Heaven’s Brew crashes
o’er my lodgings
into the blueness
stirring ever brightly
‘twixt th’ Eastern Valley

and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows         
will ever I keep?

Floral Telepathy

                                           look at me

                                           let thy sight
                                           slowly fade into thought

                                          contemplate
                                          where you’ve never been

                                          inside my kingdom

                                          you the sentient

                                         the pupil
                                         of the live inanimate

                                         and graduate
                                         to savor my essentia

brook

                                         be drawn our eyes
                                         to thy voice

                                         a caravan
                                         of seemingly diverse chatter

                                         but spellbinding
                                         to our sanity
                                         with wondrous reverie