Original poem #81

Wednesday Water Therapy

i am aflame
weighted organically
 atomically as my myriad self
molecules and muons

human reality
 is likened to algal blooms
fronds on a lake
 to be accurate

surely this isn't a poem



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Untitled, original poem #77

those clouds
those swift
 indifferent
  rushing clouds

did they record
 that bygone name
imprint it in raindrops
brush its syllables
 up mountains
  over oceans
to wander
 with the winds of time

does his dying breath
 still linger in my air

those clouds
those silent
 roaring
  clouds



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Untitled, original poem #74

i am sending signals
though
 nothing as grotesque
  as styling smiles

i 
 am bending
  the universe

hear ye
heed my 
 wanton whispered will
this spell is read
come rest your head
 then drink of me your fill



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Untitled, original poem #73

i'm trying
 not to laugh at us
they're crying softly
dead and cackling
yet again
 these leaves are falling
sunken doorways
winter stalling

my eyes are picked
 from sleeping heads
i'm on both sides
sometimes i'm dead

it's lying to us
truth
 is a slashing river
truth
 as a dreaming caterpillar
and life
 is maybe

  plus



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