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Before
A still, clear pool like unmarred ice
A two dimensional window into fathomless depths
Time not yet begun it’s relentless wheel, stasis offered to your awestruck eyes
Dare you toss a stone to shatter the time before?
The innocent beginning of all, cast into the yawning void, the birth of a universe held in ambivalent grasp
Dare you not toss a stone to shatter this eternal before?
Causali...
Thursday 16th December 2021 6:30 pm
Congress of Mind
Congress of mind
Legislative limb of this body of reason
Billions of cells cry out to be heard
Elected by instinct, opinions thus interred
Reach past the dirt that covers
Break out of silence's somnolent sequester
come back
come home
Eyes no longer lost in wandering lament
nor sight sight veiled by cataracts of mal intent
Turn back your gaze to whats outside
The sun's caress sure to abi...
Wednesday 8th December 2021 11:48 pm
Lake Placid
Drown in the present
drink deep time's antidote to fill the minutes before and ages to come
Though lungs crave logic for ego's breath, the universe through just two eyes
Drink in the present til spasms stop
and brain stem stutters take root in the calm of time's demise
What plans to craft of future or past
when time has breathed its last?
No aim, no blame, nor ripple furl
of infinite o...
Thursday 2nd December 2021 2:47 pm
Frayed blanket end
Look left, look right
look up and down
this world is yours to grasp
But how, you ask, can tiny fingers cage this winding land?
Skeins of yarn that track behind
this tattered blanket's end
Scurl and furl, the webs of fate
knit in seeming whim
A spiders web, intricate order
cast in gossamer strands
To trap and tremble sweet memories,
the prey this spider hunts
No different are these imag...
Wednesday 1st December 2021 11:03 pm
rooted
A seed nurtured, spreading roots in this tainted ground
the only hope for my salvation
In 200 years, I tell myself,
this ancient oak could look back on rough beginnings
and trace each struggle and stubborn victory
in growth ring spirals and gnarled bark
roots reached down, as if to foil fate
and anchored tight against the wind that merely tousles
mighty leaves
or so I tell myself
a sprou...
Tuesday 16th November 2021 5:25 am
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