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sitting, awake, through the night

05 Wednesday Feb 2014

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When the zeros line up

it’s only a new day

and

all things are possible

(spoken best, of course,

with the head woggle of a native Hindi speaker)

and the blankness before you

the discomfort of the void-

 

in that dark place, magic is born

where what normally hides from the day can play~

let it beckon with crooked mischievous finger

and whisper its haunting melody..

times come when the path must disappear

beneath your feet

and sitting, awake, through the night

may be exactly what is best for spirit

to guide you

the long journey

03 Monday Feb 2014

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When the trees reach their greenest,

that is when I will fly,

wings strong and broad for the long journey..

with feathers, iridescent,

reflecting the sky,

tail tasting the coolness of clouds,

eyes bright with the adventure

of following the setting sun, and

my heart singing the song

of every hour,

each tear and bubbling laugh,

that ever was

 

Cliche

02 Sunday Feb 2014

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While contemplating the potential benefits

of becoming a drunken recluse,

writing the nights into oblivion-

the dishes drip in the rack,

clothes agitate,

bills disappear from the list,

replies send.

Teeth even get flossed. 

Pouring my pain into a tumbler

and drinking it down, only

to smash the glass into satisfying bits,

and repeat. The sound of those shards

crack through mind and all, really, I have to do

is run out and buy cheap booze

and glassware I’m not attached to.

 

Stone

02 Sunday Feb 2014

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When family
is a broken sandcastle,
pick up a stone.
One, tides destroy,
as they must.
The other,
they sculpt.
Hold that stone, and kick
a wide arc of sand, while diving
through salty arctic water,
and build whatever
wherever
whenever you wish,
knowing your creations
protect the royalty
of your own nature.

In crossing paths of clouds

01 Saturday Feb 2014

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What the sheep dreams,
I do not know,
but the mirror of a day jumbles
and obscures
redefines and enhances,
so perhaps their grass becomes
a jungle
where the hoof of those grazing before
presses an old track to follow,
fitting precisely with wet dirt
and exposed roots..
My dreams carry me,
sometimes through an entire day,
and while those presaging me
haven’t carved my way,
they too reside
on this earth I continue to walk
where the images that inform sleep
bring me coyote trotting,
between us only the window,
upon waking