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each clue or note
from pen or throat
awaits its turn
to flow or burn
MIDNIGHT
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jump over the roses
be still near the lillies
treasure the ferns
are we being tested yet?
are beasts sniffing in wonder at our new found hatred?
are the hills blackened by our cold cold staring?
are we separate from the glories of reeds and bark?
is water no longer the fount of our myths and prayers?
cover the lilacs
make a home for the daisies
go forth sprinkling marigolds and ashes
one atop the other
are we permitted yet to look back and recall what once was?
TWO A.M.
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so what is from what was is all
nothing and no one
on or over the edge
no realm beyond the expected waiting to be mapped
no thought to master the vapors of wonderment
no poet blindly invading the space between commas
for unknown treasure
no artist chipping out bits of rainbows and starlight to make---remake
patterns and objects more enchanting than their sources
no voice struggling for music to carry the truth of the world’s
redemption being ever at hand through the magic of simple justice
so
give up give in
its under the covers up to the chin
what else to do but sleep away
both night and day
lay down lay down
FOUR A.M.
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in the quickening darkness
whispers footfalls sighs shadows
a child wondrously fulfilled by a tapping finger
old men dragging their wares uphill
each alone with his song
women whirling about in a last call to dance
away away not far away
three moons a star the churning of life between
advancing retreating
colors a tunnel rain faces
silence stillness
field upon field untouched by anyone or thing
flowers painted into place
a voice
heed and speed
from weed to weed
bushes parting
tracks knives feathers golden seeds
a bridge over rising waters
planks rotted daring to be crossed
a landing courtyards
flames welcoming or warning whomever
a wall ribbons bells paper
drifting from above into waiting urns
a voice
none shall come no one goes
sadness then wildly grows
eyes seeking eyes closing on a tower
windows aglitter frames blackened splintered
curtains silken ragged faded
corridors lit unlit twisting circling
narrowing descending
words
SPEAK FOLLOW DELAY AMEND ENDURE
RETRIEVE CONSENT LAUGHTER PURPOSE
Scratched and tacked onto hallway doors
ICONS SYMBOLS STICK FIGURES NUMBERS
No mix the same as another room after room
Arrows signaling enter here? pass by?
a voice
now comes the task
when to answer how to ask
a voice
oh you turners and spurners
you thunderers and blunderers
lie where you will
forever still
Groups into crowds rushing leaping stumbling
halting as one
gentle movements bowing whistling reaching out
as when survivors meet with those who hope
a bridge swaying swaying swaying
maintaing barely for a crossing over or back
in the distance skeletons of towers
readied for completion or tumbling into dust
SIX A.M. ( muse themes)
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keepers sorters from skies to waters
faces traces places
sewn together feather by feather
talon paw and more
a song
light filling eyes with the history
of its journey
the first or last turn of a leaf
angels’ hands on scraps of canvas fading
dust clinging to ancient treasure
a lion’s full mouth emptied dry
an answer connecting earth and fire and
the wounds of the day
the holding off of laughter’s end
the gift of wandering through another’s
fears and loves
a glimmer flutter snap chaos into promise
words tokens food distances
age
EIGHT A.M.
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sweet are the children who tumble together
brave are the old who chatter and pry
rich are the sons who flee within
sure are the daughters who flourish untamed
wise are the poor who straggle and play
fierce are the rulers who wonder no more
true are the godly awakened by tears
NOON
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haste haste
life is displaced
days are nights
depths are heights
lies reside
side by side
haste haste
gods are chased
who then dwells
under bells?
he or she
yet to be |