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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
When Skies Collide
atmospheres
with wound’d sails
pelt’d by unseen winds
rouges
runaways
innocent bystanders
many having lost touch
from family flocks
or be it their dress rehearsal
an opera of imagination
for surface eyes
Hear the Waters
transfix’d
my senses
on the soft chatter
blowing
amidst snow-patch’d rock
and woodland folk
with the dream
the hope
the celebration
of their company
for many tomorrows
Light Bussing Tears
a stray breath
from a slumbering sun
refracts against a lost lamb
of mist
enjoys a last look
into a newborn mirror
ere diving into th’ outside
and composing the genesis
of a rainbow
ne’er to be
Egowall
if the season of stars
and that of suns can arm
in arm down time’s corridor
if their campfires in faint
crawl can mirror winks
if hemlocks, disabl’d
to tread, can yearn thru the compost
and wind,
and be fulfill’d in fire’s
absence
then why do we, so
appris’d of them,
ponder to afford
or not
a hand in bloom, an orb’s
regard,
a welcome?
how drunk are we
enslaving wisdom,
in order to pit celebrity
against the self!
Beak through Creed’s Egg
‘tis there?
there ‘tis today–
after years–
the forces of concrete and prayer
clashing with coincidence–
till shone the holy rock
like a pleasant sun
all because the pleas
were reply’d–
not always to the fullness
of the hope–
but nonetheless reply’d–
that another ear dwelt
in some abstract region
a challenge to a newer war–
being belief enough
versus th’ unsociable sloth,
whose tongue be mostly paper
loujen haxm'Yor 