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Neatly Syncopated

Spoken, not yet articulated all within or all around doors swinging both ways wherever there is a wall the elves of perception dance their sidestepping rewriting of alignments so you see what I mean and I grasp your heartfelt drawing … Continue reading

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Cliffs, Rivers, Rainbows

Oh, joy like a sunrise once twice surprisingly made light by dark not desirous but alert. I am bending, superintending managing the loose wheel. I would’ve thought by now we would’ve reached the coast of cliffs and rivers and rainbows. … Continue reading

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Standing By

I have been a boy a man and a turtle I have been worthless joyful and joyless and never alone with you. The artist and the mad scientist acknowledge the horse and the carriage are both nomadic but never too … Continue reading

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Well Priced

Two stark and winding hours from here canyons, summits, flats and highways separate past from future in a jargon of castles, carbon, cold and passing lanes. The old place was a jumble of itself sprawled spawning copies strewn outward the … Continue reading

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Distance Disappears

  Ecoutez Madamoiselle Astronomie les étoiles jouent et dansent entre vos cils foncés mais vos joues comme deux déserts désirent plus que soir. Je compte sur quelqu’un qui a voyagé, vous comprenez? qui a circulé comme un comète autour de … Continue reading

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Intransigent and Contrite

  strange the backyard that goes nowhere except maybe up into cooler air strange how the light touch weighs on you and me along for the ride longing carelessly shared the two-lane road to the next county a view of … Continue reading

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The Latest Thinking

Ages will mix and moods will swing like chronicles in an endless carafe two hours in the morning two in evening when the tumult turns over a new leaf. A memory rose that couldn’t be scratched so I took a … Continue reading

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