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100117
WELCOME ASSIST
Tell me something, Muse.
Make my fingers move,
make this paper speak—
“I am valley depth.
I am mountain peak.
Before the any were,
before the all shall end,
I am what I seek.”
100116
WRITE ON
I write on the insides
of envelopes, on the backsides
of sales slips, on the margins
of magazine pages. . .
I write on life, death,
cosmos, humanity, nature,
emotion, language, imagination,
revelation, paradox,
cabbages, kings, the insides
of envelopes, the backsides
of sales slips, the margins
of magazine pages.
I write on and on and on. . .
100115
BEFRIENDING
THE ENEMY
Alright, pain.
Enter in.
Do your worst.
I will do better.
100114
HERE. WITH.
H ere, it clear.
O ther place, I no belong.
M y people with.
E very other place be wrong.
100113
BARE SCAT
exposed
upon the white expanse,
yet scarcely trackable—
a scribbled trail
of thought-droppings
100112
ESSENCE
Life is given,
not a given.
100111
AWAITED ONE
Wonder
of my wondering—
who are you?
Face to face,
some time, some place,
will it be meet
we meet?
You,
who will discover me—
what discovery
will you be?
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Sunday, January 17, 2010
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