We Sense It Had to Do With Blue (2)

He bloomed unwieldily.

The shield of him flapped open

to reveal what seemed to be

the panoply of what today

he needed to construe as true.

We sense it had to do with blue.












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The Mystic Fishies

He spent

the night

abiding with

his inner sight

residing in

its psychic light

deciding what

to write

and yet

not writing.

The mystic fishies

weren’t biting.







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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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