I have been standing
here
for the last decade
people call me weirdo
rocklike
monument
or
nothing
what am I waiting for
in this passive
insistence?
I will tell you
the glimmer in the eyes
at the exact moment
when the next one
realizes
that everything is in its right place
and nothing more needs
to be done
the rest is fable.
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the air
suspense
essential passing
I sense life
as a song
surrounding
a cloud
soft motion
I hover
like a circumference
with no edge
the living and the dead
sleep next to me
tonight
broken azure
pieces of joy
clashing
in the silent pause
fly
in curls
in the air
that surrounds
the fallen
melody
of
time
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I am heaping like an
intersection
of instances
dispersing as the floral
loop of sleep
tangibly draped with invisibility
the static beeping of my departure
witnessing the burst of egos
so uncontrollably distant from each other
in the topography of my identity
I am lost between the trees and the forest
I can’t see the wood
for the raw wildfire of my
existence
all I am saying is that I have no control
in moments like these
being a Buddhist
would have been a good idea.
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eject the unconscious
under the wild smear
of the event
anger
a coil
like a spin
on the axis
of regret
together
like the skies
change as the seasons
of our fears
waiting
while creating
the future
that entertains us
like a drug
in the mouth
of time
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All that I prophesy
is the way the world
spirals unto itself
there
space and dream
hibernate into consciousness
the product of my speech
is the withdrawal of meaning
in words
from reality to possibility
multiplying the interior
by tearing asunder
every perception
into further
fragments
ultimately
I have noise
as fur over the idea
of myself
beauty
sideways to phenomena
precipitates
towards the pinpoint
of my
heart
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there are rare days
that begin
with orchestras crying my eyes
colors dripping memories
city strolls in mammoth steps
I carry pocket-sized chaos
on my shoulder, pretending to be a pirate
on the sea of modernity,
off we sail
into the wind
as plastic wrap
buoyant on meaninglessness
there are rare days
that begin
with suspension points
calmly insinuating that
life is passing by
there are rare days
that begin
with tiny airplanes tied to the tips
of my fingers
seems like I’m about to take off
but then I remember
the anchors tied to my toes
that sink me
into
never mind.
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By time
I was aware
the puke was everywhere spreading
like the universe
I could see traces
of yellow
and acid
pain spiraled in
this was suffering
but I
emptied
free of content
overtook space
as a substitute
to
existence.
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because the wind grows my nails
I sit this evening
on the ledge of an ancient
mystery
the rain is the dream of the present
the noise of rock
of my bones –
penumbra is the rejoining of fragments
in this quiet atmosphere
speech is green grass returning
to the distant seed
because the wind has fed from
these thoughts of dimension
I am bottom
of the
pendulum life
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I don’t talk much
what’s going to happen
probably doesn’t
that my silence
travels here
nowhere else
unshuffled words
my ideas circle
like moths
about a light
inconsequence
too bad
I aborted eternity
for
this spurious
paradox
of
life.
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where’s the off switch
for all
endeavors
the icicle of reason
has melted
leaving a small puddle
of fictions
at my feet
and we will build
and build
assemble great systems
to the outer edge of the milky way
and back
the civilizations, the civilizations
with its civilians hooraying
their democracies pushing
the sciences inventing
the artworks embellishing
the museums and the highways accelerating
the capital erecting
the monuments
of the great laughter of achievement
while the black smoke of reality
swirls
into nothingness dreamt.
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