Yesterday

Yesterday you were

a dullard.

Today you woke up

multi-colored!










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They Sat There Like That All Night

Whatever he was quietly

imparting to her ear,

it clearly wasn’t lending her

a modicum of cheer.

We hoped that she would find

a way to find a way away from him,

but they sat there like that all night.

She couldn’t seem to stray from him.










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Shot Up From The Earth

Shot up from the earth –

an easy birth

of slender root and vine:

a concubine

of dirt.

So far it hadn’t hurt.

You hadn’t had to toil.

You rather liked the soil.








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He Just Found Out

You know how

you don’t know how

you got here, yet you’re here?

He just found out what to do about it:

disappear!

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The Thing That You Were Not

Today resistance grew so rabid that it took a form.

It grew warm,

then it grew hot.

Today the thing that you were not

became the thing you are.

It wants to push until it’s gone too far.

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When We Catch Him

Today Death dyed his leaden beard

and deadened tresses molten yellow –

hoping to embolden his pale indigo

complexion into seeming closer to alive.

From time to time Death strives to be

the sort of fellow breathing beings might

not, at the barest thought of him, abhor.

But when we catch him trying to pretend

he isn’t Death we just abhor him more.






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Strictly Speaking

Everything’s impossible –

that’s the end of that.

Every proof’s a spoof

of proof. We think we're

sure we know how two

limbs link, bear weight,

perambulate. But their

availing joints defeat

arriving at an even

slightly satisfactory

explanatory point. Go

beyond your monkey brain

to ponder why a limb exists

at all – or how on Earth

or elsewhere it acquired

its kinetic call. Easy

to predict an end within

parameters you've set:

clever, tight and formal.

But ask a gluon, quark

or graviton what’s

normal. Might make

one thing clear. You are
not inarguably here.

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