first,
a combination of appearances with cross-purposes
simply put
simple work
working up a thought
not forgetting time
or refuting matter
just simple content richness
begging for fullness of living
a body with a soul
that shivers
caught in the cold
begging for a scrap heap
shivering at the nearly subliminal
naked ready
almost ready
on the spot
a sleep that extracts
what is mealy
what is called what
called intuition
a point of no opposites
a point of opposites
called no point
called splendid submission
called a verse of labor
a remission
calling my self
facing someones something
I know
the first question
doing the thing
undoing the thing
redoing the thing
undoing the done
undoing strange words
simply put
working up a thought
not forgetting time
in another
whats beyond
the general claim
in a general setting
putting up a claim
and putting up a setting
simply put
I didnt say on my account
I’d be back
I didnt say
again on my account
I didnt say
I’d find my
strength in the absurd
trying to find the finite
and back again
leaving myself here
dismissing a spiral
not knowing
whats beyond the beyond
spinning a multifaceted scenario
sacrificing a never
considering the claim
working up to
undoing the undone
and trying again
considering the considering
away from the
husk feeding on
the almost ready
on the spot ready
what is mealy
what is called what
is a ready what
wicked in sin
never exhausted
diminishing
never exits
simply put
trying again
imagining a simplicity of motion
a distinction
that restores a feeling
un-maps the unspoken
awakens the not in motion
in motion
redefining matter
simple content richness
begging for fullness of living
a body with a picture
a no longer exists
in rupture
beyond
the lie
that exists in the
compulsion to lie
shrouding the senses from things
inlaying interest and values
investing in opposites
to have is to have is to have
is a thought
I may be swimming
drowning in sound
in the secret sent ot sound
in the marvel
of the discovery of sound
beyond the beaches of an uncharted sea
crumbing to pieces
reinterpreted at sun rise
reduced to a whole
or a whale
or a reproducible
someone else’s
blaze deep in walled eyes
chafing boulevards
wrestling with corners
screaming
watch out for the protruding
nostalgia trusts
daggers at every ready words
a pulse with a door
a heart with every knob
I am ready again
or re re ready
a body with a soul
of flesh make ready
I correct the phrase
I am ready again
a body
that imagines
for who matters
who better
nothing known
vibrates on eye lids
a liquid destination
in the essence of an idea
simply put
working up a thought
not forgetting time
or refuting matter
thank you... I feel that way about your work.....I am attempting to learn into the unspeakable-.. moments that words would only kill, but all we have is that with situates
your past few poems have been gorgeous. Somehow they're saying things I don't have words for. Thank you
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