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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