My pencil
strikes pages
life blinding cures
strike edges
forcing indelicate lines
into windows
where pure light
seldom shines.
Pain
Pain
holds steadfast
anchored to World
like a fungus—
Is it reproducing
do you think—
or just hovering
closer
to our mega view?
Stranger
Who invited
a Presence
what content
lies inside
when did
it arrive
where in space
can it reside
why here
now
leaving when
How?
Beach
One white stone
Black Sand beach
navigate steep narrow
for admission
waves
freed bodies
Watch
laughing sands
sun washes
over.
Write
You should keep writing
even if it’s not for sale
you ought to keep trying
to paint the sky
with your dreams.
Levener
Step off
edge of the world
no abyss myth
concerns
footprints
soft like butterfly
round like honeybee
Romana rises
fire in wind
Winter
Back to Winter
across the world
air drying membranes
expanded minds
withered souls.
Basement watchers crouch:
Miracles wanted here.
Paradox
Now in Paradise
passive Beauty reigns
feel it creep
like disease
along the paths
where spine erects
Serenity
I yearn for Chaos.
Now
A good day
begins with sunrise
birdsong
a soft blanket
quiet rooms
solace of the heart
lightness of being
anticipation of new.
Nathan
I keep thinking
of a gravemarker
there onshore
where to read
life collides with your jeopardy
sea rhythms cover us
again
and again.
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