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mystic dandelion

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be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

farmer

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his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

Via Appia Antica

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since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

Aurora

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lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

limitless

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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

spindrifter

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Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

signing spat

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my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off

her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me

later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes

till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

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in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

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the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

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hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

Nessie of Anaaski

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relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

Themis

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some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow

loujen haxm'Yor

Voices from an Easel

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mystic dandelion

be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

farmer

his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

Via Appia Antica

since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

Aurora

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

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

spindrifter

Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

signing spat

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

Nessie of Anaaski

relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

Themis

some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow

be we but pollen feeding firm Emptiness knocking on Night’s sleeping doors to taste a Lifetime to aspire for Another even if Eternity be lore and beyond our reach? we’ll see or not

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since Antiquity, Today, maybe Tomorrow, all roads still lead here

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lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love of refound Passion

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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

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Mr. Sun still rubbing sand from his eyes imparting gray to the seascape his yawn churning froth across charging swells a dare against th’ impudence of uncaring loneliness a smile in defeat or victory a rematch certainly more even beyond Mr. Sun’s undressing gray for blue

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in the far tomorrow eyes within Magellanic Clouds might detect a signal

vivid voices among the stars on golden record

an old crossroads of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock in Milky Way might be no more yet tarries my name

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the card deck of my footprints shuffl’d cut reshuffl’d dealt to the many myselves till I’m awaken as one to a fading memory of those last hands

sometimes a struggle to a complete fold

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hero on a cd houseboat sometimes anchor’d sometimes ploughing video streams— hypnotizing eyes and ears at the dinner table where guests not only share but also digest as a solitary one with appetite fully satisfy’d while never full enough

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relative or hoax of Columba’s miracle? more tricks on our eyes?

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some might see should want to see a Yesterday as She did today a pebble lighting upon a sleeping pond a ripple wading to the shores of reason of marvelment of sav’d optimism songs of fair skies of fresh faces of love for her own Tomorrow

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be we but pollen
feeding firm Emptiness
knocking on Night’s sleeping doors
to taste a Lifetime
to aspire for Another
even if Eternity be lore
and beyond our reach?

we’ll see

or not

his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

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

Mr. Sun
still rubbing sand
from his eyes
imparting gray
to the seascape

his yawn
churning froth
across charging swells

a dare
against th’ impudence
of uncaring loneliness

a smile
in defeat or victory

a rematch
certainly more
even beyond Mr. Sun’s
undressing gray for blue

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

relative or hoax
of Columba’s miracle?
more tricks on our eyes?

some might see
should want to see
a Yesterday
as She did today

a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond

a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism

songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow