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fancy the answer that has no question
picture the place without a trace of space
and keep in mind you can always find what
was accidentally left behind
by what was never there or anywhere
of any kind
yet scratch your nose
and tickle an ear
if you’re nowhere else
you must be here
Isolate and insulate and oscillate and calculate and activate and operate and designate and saturate and propagate and escalate and accelerate and enumerate and obfuscate and decimate and obliterate and evaporate and cogitate and reiterate to illustrate
whatever works works in jumps and jerks
MEDITATIONS 1
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awake asleep
Some eye that can take me through
Into fields of palpable
entrenchment for my caution
Yes a love a fortune trail that gathers longings
as they rustle into being
A marriage yes of whims and favors lofted out of plainest
sense through grinding doubt
to ordered heights of want
and ease
Yes a constancy of thought and touch reduced by guile to
prayer and act
A heaven yes
MEDITATIONS 2
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asleep awake
I bite the chocolate and step into the water
Is this the penalty of my isolation?
Am I the consequence of uncertain alliances allegiances regrets?
Do I brush and preserve or will the goal of my tasks be contained
in the effort?
I ponder the circle and drop into the forest
Is this the answer to a measured reluctance?
Am I the wisdom of a forgotten struggle?
Do I shred and compare or will the forms of my need be discerned
in response?
I come to the wagon and take from the stranger
Is this the premise of an awaited encounter?
Am I the burden of a vanished delight?
Do I march and conceal or will my trust in the good of an unknown equation
be rewarded by flashes of counseling dreams brought near
in the sense of harvesting truths that lack cause
or design until found and embraced?
Is this the comfort of an abandoned perspective?
Am I the secret of an unfolding riddle?
MEDITATIONS 3
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awake asleep asleep awake asleep asleep asleep awake
Ah precious precious precious contentment
Eternal oscillations bred in vacuums for the furtherance
of sameness
broken
by desire or chance or playful tug or ready snapping
into wholeness undefined
reflecting in its balances a movement toward unstructuring
by choice or rule or weight of links or playful slipping
into oscillations
bred in vacuums
for the furtherance
of sameness
broken
Ah precious precious precious contentment
eternal
MEDITATIONS 4
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awake asleep asleep awake awake awake
THE GARDEN SERENE
THE WIND ON THE DESERT THORN
THE BEAST AND THE BUSH
THE ROOTS AT DAWN
THE GLORIOUS TEAMS
THE QUIET STICK
THE CUP FROM WHICH THE HERO TAKES RESOLVE
THE MAGIC HAT THAT ALWAYS FIND US WAITING
THE JOURNEY’S PASSING LIT
THE BATTLES MOCKED ABATING
EARTH AND I COMPLETE THE SKY
SUBSTANCE IS ESSENCE LOW AND HIGH
THROUGH FOLLY AND FIRE
NIGHT FACTS 1
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bend
we are bending
the lion’s death and miracles
await reports
on their forms
the needs of their bending cores
time is fuel
bend with it
THE NEWS CONFIRMS
THE PASSING ASPECT’S GUISE
IS ALL AND ONE!
there is a message of truth and joy in this
search for the words
even as words bend
with the bending of time
NIGHT FACTS II
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RULES AND PROOF
PROOF AND RULES
As in a sigh or sign
that conquers by its absence
in a trackless cove whose pristine wonder
draws the mind to its commands
THE ARCH THE PLODDING LINE THE MEASURED SQUARE AND
DOT
CONSTRUCT THEIR ANSWERS IN THE VIEWER’S EYE
The emptiness between commits the certainty of doubt
by which the planks of reason stand
not to record but disallow
their furtherance
THE MESSAGE HERE IS CLEARLY
IN THE EAGLE’S SOARING TO THE HEIGHTS
THAT MARK THE SHAPING OF THE VISIBLE
BY UNSEEN WALLS THAT LURE AS THEY NEGATE
AND THEREBY SET THE MOVEMENT OF ETERNAL DRIFT
AND HALT
FOR RULES AND PROOF
proof and rules
NIGHT FACTS III
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Oh look! look!
Every mansion real and dreamed
opposes its seminal loss
its hope frayed not by events
but by the choices in the making of its plan
The entrance draped in thorns
instructs the balances within
to court perfection even as the structured
beams and ties are drawn slowly
swiftly back into the elemental whirl
from which they sprang
The luminescent halls
The spangled closets
The feathers coins and books
strewn in a pattern as if to link
the floors between the cellar
and cupboard
all hint at the thought of a riddle
forever unfinished
yet forever compelling the search for its answer
as in the challenge of a labyrinth
whose exit is concealed
behind a chain of massive doors
all reaching to the skies
forever unopened
by seeming intent of design
but waiting perhaps
for a single breath
at a singular moment
yet unannounced
to fall and crush
the drape of thorns
that guards the path to mansions
real and dreamed a step beyond
There is no message here
Only rhythm begging space
NIGHT FACTS IV
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Oh how rare and wonderful
This last dispute between memory
and resolve
Images glow fly become sound
Then sound back to image
Each amended by the other’s complaint
With a unity that outreaches the known
Welcome it!
Kiss the earth and sources within
of unicorns and melodies
of a face in the shadows
of raging steeds and gods of the sun
of the fair spirit of longing
that makes us whole
and able to taste
the song becoming the image
of a golden bird
calling
calling us
into the shadows
to know that face
to know that face
to know
Everything here is the message
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