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300 Echoing by, the dust in my eye, The circle of wholeness, Appearing and disappearing, In my hands, in my hair, and in my heart, The circle of hopes and fears, I walk around this circle, Looking for where these ends meet, But I can’t keep it in sight, I stand, and sit, and pray, To see where the circle meets at one ness, The circle gathering silence and inner space together, The circle of inclusion, tolerance, love, To hold everything, the bond, The circle holds the man with three faces, One face is dead, shut down, Reflecting the frown in his heart, Trying to escape the pain of fear, One face is possibility, That of a child, Twirling in the sun, One face like a dream evaporating, Not knowing where to go, Just raindrops and ripples on a still pool, Circles and circles,

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299 I did it for all of them, the ones that learned to turn themselves to stars And for the ones in the south, the starfields, I learned all the codes, and put them in a sulphur capsule, Took them to the frozen, The ice finally broke after years of watching with the eagle eye, Letting eyes slide into widening gaps, Something opening up on the edges, Climbing rope bridges, in robes to become the negative space inside, Little breath on wounds, Slow vapors Red glow, Sunrise on my brain, I need the reminders, To say goodbye, To the eyes of the night belly crawler, I need the finer variations, Cadence and timbre, The finer hairs on a woman, Reminding me to let go, The space of seeing more deeply Living with the elder law Dance on the airwaves, dizzy with hazy sunrises, Lazy dreams draw on the windows, I fell asleep in the nest with strangers and antennae, Stars form stars fall, Latent content, Heavy lament, The strange eyes, Under siege, The field behind the processor, The new consent, All the right colors, All the right origins and directions, That open up all the letters, Take apart the revenge, Hinges in deafening silence, Freedom in just breathing, I hear a little call, One fall said to another, The place of second sight, Secret chamber, Tumble in the marble factory, Take a clue from the second view,

298 Before this beginning, I never had a single longing. Now I don’t want to let go I live in a sulphur compound, In these citrus fields, I don’t know the time of day, My tongue drags out of a riff vent, Going to the dark river, At a thousand miles an hour, In early sun light, I don’t need a place to go, Razors edge, The edge bleeds, A rebirth in capacity, Another break down, In the weight of my tongue, Racing the same questions, Putting some distance, No more force, Make use of the chaos, Spring is just another empty field, Pale worry, Fantasy for extemporaneous conclusions, In a wish catch truth and trust, Blessings for the birds in the treetops, Mis-fed apples for Indonesia, I wanted their heritage, Refocus reform refrain for a faster friend, Making sense of the chaos, With jealous pants, Just ask painted don’t look at me, Portable and milestones of passerbys, A bride somewhere is bleeding to death, little sips of death to trail her, a sleep in a cocoon somewhere, blood turning her to time, the background blonde, a sufur vent in my head, a deep bleeding, bled back to the beginning, or the end, the woven structure alive itself, softening,

who gave it to you?

297 is it not our dreams that propose, to share a room? Throwing tea ceremonies over the shift box ghost, To match the gap, To make a game of life and death, Balanced on the best part of a banana peel, In a world where nothing can fly, The bitter and the bright, Just a matter of trust, And memory does the rest, Frame the host with a toast, A counter and a cusion, And so he listens to the clouds, And his eyes are soothed, Part covered in jasmine petals, I am on the inside, Where only a dream of me remains a trail to the window, Is it not my companions who remember me? As a chance to soften again? To stand still and take up drops of rain, But really, I’m a dust bug in warp drive, Glued to the opti meter, Pin in a pit cog, Mostly covered in sky, Inoculated, Raspy toothed, Bought buoyancy balancing alibis, Where only I escape the little space where nothing touches, Movement defined in bat defiance, The truth and the heart race against each other, Sorted by a rubber band, Touched by a huber hand, I told my self it never meant anything and cover the final fatal design, With sand and micro stitiches, teeth and turn, The thief will burn, Leaves over wedding grass, Keep to click, Morning moonrise, To keep in the slip, Fit the out with bob and trial, Best guesses we never make waiting any less wasteful, Clip and cloud, It’s all out now, Faded lines, missing pieces, Slip song, Pasted lies fall for the richer blessing of loss, Half weeping am I really seeing?

close

298 Before this beginning, I never had a single longing. Now I don’t want to miss a single longing I live in a sulphur compound, In these citrus fields, I don’t know the time of day, My tongue drags out of a riff vent, Going to the dark river, At a thousand miles an hour, In early sun light, I don’t need a place to go, Razors edge, The edge bleeds, A rebirth in capacity, Another break down, In the weight of my tongue, Racing the same questions, Putting some distance, No more force, Make use of the chaos, Spring is just another empty field, Pale worry, Fantasy for extemporaneous conclusions, In a wish catch truth and trust, Blessings for the birds in the treetops, Mis-fed apples for Indonesia, I wanted their heritage, Refocus reform refrain for a faster friend, Making sense of the chaos, With jealous pants, Just ask painted don’t look at me, Portable and milestones of passerbys, A bride somewhere is bleeding to death, little sips of death to trail her, a sleep in a cocoon somewhere, blood turning her to time, the background blonde, a sufur vent in my head, a deep bleeding, bled back to the beginning, or the end, the woven structure alive itself, softening,

the day begins

292 Long drum of the ear, Dim unproven Listens to frightened frantic wings, Slim provider, Linking fitting stations with cotton cages, Hoops and Hooplas, Subtle buried grouper tuber trying to catch hold of a new word with hope and hoorah, Spool of my heart, Losing letter by letter the cooling wires which run around and around, Tiny test tubes hold forgotten frequencies, From holes in my heart, Calling my name all night long, But I missed the shadow in the window and now she’s gone, I over reached for the light reflection under the screen, I thought ‘my little secret’, And couldn’t keep up with all the times she’d come and go, Crying hinge drying wedge in my throat, A thousand falling surfaces in search of a clue, A lost interchange made of blessings, Some moisture escaping the clothes loop, A thousand low grade fevers wait to be forgiven, But just too deep for the line of sympathy washed up at the bus stop, The wrong side faking it, The riddle in my soaking notes, Ripples in my eyes, Form a way out of my throat, Where is that lie? Only stillness knows, half loosening, half holding, all patience, Half unloading, half singing, half baked, all unbelieving, Where is that single digit? Paper pointer, I am the border, Barbed wire and fine lace, Where the wind touches the fulcrum in an open field, I am short words with long connections winding through the garden late at night, Prowling, passing, praying, Holding stronger and stronger rhythms and contours of birth, Peter past propylene, I was looking into his tears, All the time he was asleep, I was waiting, Gathering feathers into wings for the pink flamingo, We dreamed for each other, Back into the well, Put my finger on the slide, And spread the living film of my disintegration, Animated little traces of longer breaths, To calm softer hills with faint footprints, Where no one else can reach, To my loneliness, Little toes in the wasteland, Blending into the enclosure, Of my clear song that adds up to zero.

it was too close for me

296 In these monkey suits, we forget the monsters we are, So send in the lock smithd, to the basement, to The closed down mines, He will charm the snake, Make the sun heavy enough to live again, But don’t tell her she is only bait, A broken down solitude, Within in his cool moon epitaph, Bonding boarders with emptiness, I am a starfield of pulsing points of light, I am untouched vibrating space, Vapour dreams made of space dust, Teach the hollow to breathe again, And outreach the bottomless rainbow, In the touching of stillness, Join the seven seas with invisible ink, Improvise the missing link. Mythologize the hissing, half out of dropping sleep, Make good on both feet, Move the shell on blue fog over black ice, Wouldn’t lie in the wires and threads, toGrid fed to look me in the eyes, Blind spot reader tied to a loose end, Tight lipped tracer, Caught outside the curfew, Caught behind the searchlight, Itching in a negligee, Four corner nightingale, Wasted for a second time in the sunrise, I guessed them for a bunch of underage romp arounds, The eye of the desert, Held in the heart with both hands, Float the stone with an underground breath, Fold the whispering f law

long nights

295 Another haze hits the bay, Sends another day on its’ way, through the fray, too thick to say, When the crane, will come back again, For all I’ve felt and said, I wish I could get a grasp, Of the space with in my hand, Of the cradle and the sand, Find the source in total darkness, The game of bait survival in total blindness, Two to one odds in draught revival, A flame inside a cocoon, Hours drift around the room, Balloon dreaming too soon for a tune to come true, Touching sharp cornerstones and open spaces, Something inside the rotary gearbox slide rule shifter never gives into protection from the hope teaser, Ricochets out of the sidelines, Turn the outer boundaries of listening through sauntering moth processions, Reform the wishbone conclusion, my entire history stranded like a falling star, Every heartbeat another stanger, Every footstep further into emptiness, Seven stillness’s ring seven precious metal tones of pure reflection, Lips against the darkness, Keep to the outer walls, Split the heart into layers, To see how loss becomes a friend, Another stitch to mend the void, Steps to unlearn the floor, Suspend what I kept to match the perfect co-up end, Another message to end the etching mission, Super guide muse, Super glide news, True bride glue, All the shades of blue, Listening for the lost clue to the least opposite completion, Below bottomless bedrock bones, Seeping sepias in the crevices of my skull, Tracings seams of buried voices, Reefs of echo streams, Sonar graphics lines to a castaway dimming in the distance, Neural nets of guidance systems relay the negative space, The larger pitch, the longer eclipse, Comprehension through surrender, Each time I open my eyes, I’m hypnotized by a mirror sky, Lenticuli over cumuli, White cliffs and islands in blue skies and flight, only flight, The same wounded fantasies from both sides of the moon, Shadow senses neither I knew, Disguise each other more and more cleverly, Viewed from a dying star, Structures in the commerce of consciousness, Diluting fair game refuge into neediness, Uncover my voices, un-corner my self, Spread thinner transitions to catch the transistor distances, Computations in hidden microwaves, Make up the differences, Re-mask signal differentiations, What a parade of simulations, I’m another minaret in the formulation, Clean and swept on the sharper morning floor, Awaken the dying mirror, running through the cracks, Vagabond bones wandering moans, Obscure waves in tea leaves, Recalibrate the microscope, The walls grow thinner and thinner, Cracks converge meet the three worlds, Tapping code on each others brow, The pieces all resemble each other, To tend a deeper fire, Tune a deeper survival, Turn starlight on waves, Choke up the strato sensor’s on the telescope, To oxidize the floating embers, Disguises closer the shape of my heart, Resemble their dreamtime believers, Night callers in blind prayer, Moving into seed time, Ancestral artistry, Names of the winged night, Cooling my swollen heart, I absorbed the alien hinterland alive, Swallowed the whale symbol, I gave all my broken choices to the escape route, Too close to the open window, Got stuck in the revolving door, Broke my smile into havees and hve nots, My wishes into halves and half knots, The watchdog to vinegar, Put the capsule in the window, The shattered pistol in the sound barrier, Holding out and hanging on for oil in the mesage mechanism, Multi layered music box, Listen for soft worries, Downy soft hair furries, Line the cell where meanings fail words, words fail experiences, experiences fail sensations, sensations fail memories and there is no freedom from the finest filaments, Expose a few more layers to the rain, Reframe the fragmentation, Remnants hanging in a quieter drain, In the rubbish, A new battlefield emerges, With torches and spears, Eyes and veins spasm with fear caught in between, And one weariness said to its keeper, Thank you, For Stone walls worth their weight, Words worth their fate, Bones worth their space, Spoken well to be felt to know, no one wins a war, Questions that define boundarylessness fail at last, The background un charged who am I now, Story teller rain, and the little roadrunner wing, Try each others mementos, Rebuild each others lives from scratch, Came to the river, The silent wind that lives door to door, Mirror to mirror, A desperate need caught between A deep reach for the heavy hearted, Crossing the silence between, The missing link and the living ability to blink, Silk and jade, All my self doubt, Mixed into all the abstract worlds, A broken thumb, Caught in a bitter wind,

ok baby

294 Sun beam child, Sitting the beautiful morning expanse, Heartbeat soft and gentle as a morning breeze, Dancing on willows and wisterias’, An easy wish, Vibrating in wires to the underground nutrient matrix, Watching shadows lift into the sky and dissipate into the atmosphere, Morning flight, into the higher fortunes of knowing, Super sense child, Fusion to fission, The greater listening, Gentler conversation, Softer light, Christened with the greater system, Inner symbiosis Quiet trembling of first steps in a new direction, Morning body, Sitting in the belly of the whale The deeper well, Under the seventh wave Still renunciation that leaves no longing, No residual taxation The slowest words, Like tiny tears, Bubbles and balloons, My new friends, with costumes and colored lights, An opera flows like a blanket down through the ocean floors, A deeper current, Feeding the ocean tiny fingerprints, Heartbeats of distant memories, Sentiments made of sand, Doorways made of dust, Seeding the elastic vision of the crone, Dipping dripping midnight residues, Cloning the buffer zone, Toasting to the weight of endless enclosures, the buried receptor, In waves of folding cornerstones, I bleed out the rougher tones, To hold the ends of the dawn together, With holes in the rain,

back in the well

292 Long drum of the ear, Dim unproven Listens to frightened frantic wings, Slim provider, Linking fitting stations with cotton cages, Hoops and Hooplas, Subtle buried grouper tuber trying to catch hold of a new word with hope and hoorah, Spool of my heart, Losing letter by letter the cooling wires which run around and around, Tiny test tubes hold forgotten frequencies, From holes in my heart, Calling my name all night long, But I missed the shadow in the window and now she’s gone, I over reached for the light reflection under the screen, I thought ‘my little secret’, And couldn’t keep up with all the times she’d come and go, Crying hinge drying wedge in my throat, A thousand falling surfaces in search of a clue, A lost interchange made of blessings, Some moisture escaping the clothes loop, A thousand low grade fevers wait to be forgiven, But just too deep for the line of sympathy washed up at the bus stop, The wrong side faking it, The riddle in my soaking notes, Ripples in my eyes, Form a way out of my throat, Where is that lie? Only stillness knows, half loosening, half holding, all patience, Half unloading, half singing, half baked, all unbelieving, Where is that single digit? Paper pointer, I am the border, Barbed wire and fine lace, Where the wind touches the fulcrum in an open field, I am short words with long connections winding through the garden late at night, Prowling, passing, praying, Holding stronger and stronger rhythms and contours of birth, Peter past propylene, I was looking into his tears, All the time he was asleep, I was waiting, Gathering feathers into wings for the pink flamingo, We dreamed for each other, Back into the well, Put my finger on the slide, And spread the living film of my disintegration, Animated little traces of longer breaths, To calm softer hills with faint footprints, Where no one else can reach, To my loneliness, Little toes in the wasteland, Blending into the enclosure, Of my clear song that adds up to zero.

start here

273 Liquid sleep and saturation ink, With jasmine wings, Testing little exceptions to the sky, Pretend to take vacations on the other side of the nile, Taste motions of mummified implosions, Taking pictures of cheap motel signs, From singing ultra zoom lens frequencies, Parting sarong restorations from across another sea, A channel opens in the vacuum of change, A thousand clues swirling for an answer, Searching for the exposure of treasured glandular explosions, Lost in the obsession of a primordial completion, Caretusion carnusian, Another lavender intrusion, Pitch a wedge, finnegans wake, Matching illusions, Closing the loops into a coccon, With the other side of mirror of my third eye, Kissing the nights goodbye, Switching circuits under my numb tongue, Real enough to heal the fall before language and blessings, Reflections of waves of dancing singularities, On burning wires, falling into curing cubes, Crashing through the death storm, Of ice driven eyes, Gravity bodies that never think twice, Roll the dice and drool on the price, Keep one permutation outside the computation, But they don’t count the same numbers, No one adds up to zero, Save the wound to learn about anchors, Savor listening, Hold the missing, Absolute leverage, Desert the evidence, Until the jury retires the witness, And the ransom is returned to the executioner, She will get the message, Manage to turn away, Something imagined enters the world, In the darkest night, Sleight of hand of a child in the twilight, Bending all the right smiles, Loosen up the low road for miles, The needles claim my ancestry, Piercings and castrations, Camoflauge currents to remember the night, Stop the echo after I cross into the hypnogogic syncopies, And bite into a cold crimson sky, A real money maker, Aint no money no money god can’t buy, Such a good question put me to the test, And I found death only had one name, A weight on my eyes, giving me time and fucked up paper, A pat on the back and a frozen palace, Stranded at the gallows, the air grows thinner and thinner, I’m the last survivor of my own fall out. Claiming a deeper despair, For all my delinquencies, Links to the fermented performance when I got down on my knees and smiled, My Ethiopian rag dedicated to the random farm dancer, Serene as a funeral, Trembling clues blinded by pink stitches, Steps in the wind machine changing size, Turn the mirror to whistling wings, I asked for another quiet seductions, A sea in my eye, And the sandstorm wiped me clean, salty, and put me to sleep, Every escape route out lives its purpose, Dries up in my fingertips, Slips meaning just below the feedback of acceptance, Clipping in the static waves, Skipping perceptual contexts, A hand and a promise, Heard only at new moon sacrifices, Midnight rainbows of emptiness, Spokes without placement, Spacing washed in warm floating iris vapors, Altered deafness preservation dropout factories, Scales of things I could not face, In fires of different timings waiting for me to find fortunes fortitudes, Precious sublime boundaries of ribbons of breath, Make for the beginning of trust, Either a raindrop or a fabric of annihilation, I was ready and nothing happened.

rusty hinges

I wonder how far my edges show up for her after my old skin and eyes question how low and soft the loss stuck to the transparency wishes, Keep me hanging, my hands plugged into the interference static strung out on caffeine and Christmas, and I have to go subliminal and hope she’ll cum, I slip inside the headphones and guess about making up my mind, I got used to the lack of oxygen in here, telling the moon I will be back, while I burn the ozone and turn up the volume on the mirror and wonder why it is so silent, Something in me jumps, like a fish out of water, Trying to find a way out of here, The day melted through me with the reflected candlight, Delicately textured adaptations, Silently pouring a glass of wine, My hand slips inside of the wires To include our missing words, Unload lifetimes of piercings and tattoos, Another breath of /into our reality, My eyes into the lens, Ratify the reunification, stepping into the river, Slipping behind the current into other colors, Keep a safety clone talking in tune, Not to lose the last chance to be shot out of the word hello, fight with her tentacle eyed spot lighting, with all my habits of annihilation, get magnified and I lose perspective and fall in love,helplessly self absorbed sabotage, keep me away from the baying bijou laying and lounging, open the secret darkness to let in some fresh polarity, Sinking in the west the shrinking hope of a few followers. Living the crazy mazes of quiet disturbances, she was so advanced, sophisticated with hyper presence, I couldn’t follow the ashes anymore, I gave up wagons for steam and they told me to turn around, The candle light so textured in its reproduction Adopting so perfectly, To include the silences of perfect spirals ratify the renunciation of stepping back into the rivers, other shadows where even ghosts get lost, Black hole rhymes, yellow wrinkled afternoon, Watch the lines re arranging, little instances of definition, keep me away from the fresh answer, a test, Hanging allowances finger tip hunting, attempt to see how far I will go to get short circuited over the kitchen fence, caught up in a numb tongue and fat head, no connectivity in the dark, with that described taste, And believing all structures can be contacted, Out flashed by my tombstones challenges, a little further from gravity, out grown by memory, middle catastrophy unidentified run till the signs read back and forth reversible reasons and all the stories to have their own true aim, over the hills towards nothingness, multidentified press the ends together in line up in the bones Cover personal pain with a Fractured smile from a stranger insert and burn, make a rare re construction of a circle, and tell them I’ll be back soon, layers of light and shadow, make up languages to explain time, and find a sense of humor, practiced hard at the edge of the inclusion, honey follow arpegio, sell the rain, sharper sugar bait, deepest touch, caught between the rain and snow, no one told me where to go, it was so slow nothing to forget or remember, the same taste in the ceiling as the root, playing hide and seek with a good messenger, still and quiet but not empty, she had perfect acceptance, perfect failures, I was washed out to sea as a young child, And never questioned safety, Forgotten dangerously, And in one late afternoon disappearance, The insidious return, The current spoke with his limits, In her voice he pretended in the windows, And placed interpretation, And made the sign, He drifted blind, Captured the universe and left her nothing. Behind his eyes he didn’t need to pretend to be oil, In the body of still protection, Floating upstream, Towards the shooting star, The true dwelling place of the three domains, Liberations commencement, The last and only body, For consecration, Of porcelain fingers and tongues, The most selective, The most familiar, The most discerning, The most effortless moon hole in the fabric of suspended absorption, Candle light comes through the quiet haze, Soft, secret and homeless, Free but no pride, it makes it own, Breathing sun echo filtering baby goose down, Leave my heart beating on the horizon, membranes of vibration, Wings, leaves, fingers’ skins of atmosphere’s of testimony, Lazy fear a memory or mystery of close encounters, Her eyes match the shadows, My internal proteus asking permission, multiplying all the surfaces of anti matter, Asking, what are the chances, she would just hold them? and they could be hers completely, dimensionless to follow to the end, What are the chances, that I would be ready? To be exposed to an ultra violet scope, Zero gravity, my breath acclimates, A moment to inhabit the perfect sequence of oxygen fields, A cherry stain on satin lips, A day I forever miss, Set the balloons down on the ground and cover them with broken glass, Deep in the amazon Sunday afternoon haze, Sand bag millionaire, Desperate drum factories, Hold off the obvious, A second wind for a friend, In every equation an emergency, A heartbeat and a mirror, A shrine of cohabitation, And anticipation, We walked in the sand together one mid afternoon, Kites in the distance, sails in the wind, My lost impreza, Holding up a numb fortune, We flowed and drifted apart, In was the last indestructible speed hacked trying to make a stand against the inevitable pinhole elaboration, decadent abstrusion, A rain began and the air was so soft and thick, I wish something I would say could be absorped as easily, But we would hold each other in rings of fire, the quiet too much to be untouched, with our splashes drawn on each other, moved to more, No current let the breath sink alone, cover every broken tear, The barely breathing that memorizes how to catch up to the quieter moon, And they would know each other by the sticky side left behind, Brief encounters with humanity, Night darkened let go of itself, Count the drops of mercury so perfectly they disappear, Divided so safely never a trace ( of nava holds all attempts of get a new perspective, ) Tiny lapping of little hopes quietly touching the shore of my heart, Echoes to echoes tiny traces of what I believe about time, My home to figure out where they come from, Estranged wondering, I couldn’t guess or get close enough To the liquid reactions, extractions and sacrifices for each others safety, Waiting at the edge of evenness keep it crystaling in a cool fire, Sensitized, hypnotized, Claim each others architecture, When they can stand their own fear, Liquid, solid and gas, give each other little clues to the totality blinded by each others eye, Claiming a deeper despair, for all my desperate delinquent antidotes instead of hope, My happy face in the parade of fermented interference, Inter placement porcupine performances, Camoflauge for each other, Tiny needles claim my ancestry for castration, Piercing passages led by the only name we had in common, death, Gives me time if we can be each others secret, The weight in my eyes, I am the edge of a great sea, And a spiky tincture, Trying to find the celephane topper, And a uranium mine, The yellow light proposes a problem of impassability, So evenly distributed of heaven, Station house sleepwalker, gone to Rhodesia, Pull a pen from the pill box, Elephantitis gateway, Cleaning the getaway, Its always in my bends, So thin over a long day begins, The beguine, Biting on a numb chord, he was led down the hall,