He Tells Me

He tells me, “You should pick up Kant.”

I tell him, “Not right now, I can’t.”

He says, “Okay, let’s run and play.”

I say, “Yes, let’s do that today.”

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Less Man

Senses anxiously

attached

to consciousness

can make you feel

less man

than radar scan.

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She’d Been Very Young

Reposing as the day

was closing caused her

almost to remember

something from the wildwood

of her childhood: a sound,

a note, a word. What was it?

Had it been said or sung?

Perhaps it was a bird.

She’d been very young.










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Transcendental Game

Drifting through a schism

to no rhythm

they could name

appeared

to have become

this moment’s

transcendental game.













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Flower Ghosts

Phantasms sneaking

out of blooms in gardens

often guiltily seek pardons

that the Universe

will always grant:

to slip away from

the embodied plant –

become the ghosts

of all the stems and roots

that were their hosts –

is not, in fact, a sin:

spirits of the vegatively

actual remain contractually

in another indivisibly,

invisibly embracing power –

the Universe becomes

what it has always been:

their only flower.

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Its Infinite Array of More

No matter what

our acrobatic act or get-up

when we do it, being here

will not let up:

we cannot slice it

with the keenest quantum blade –

or shoo it into any other dim

dimension’s shade –

or anything we ever

could ignore:

nothing can distract us from

its infinite array of more;

disturbance is

its form,

and is

the norm,

and we are

stuck with it.

But my, what strangeness can obtain

sometimes to elevate our luck with it!







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Bonfire

Light a bonfire
in your mind.
See what that
might help
you find.










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