Monday, August 6, 2018

This.

There was
A loss
A gain
A loss
Again
And
All the while
I dreamt
of the simple susurration
of sound sound sound
Quietly telling
No one but
The ear of the world
How perfectly
Wound
Around
The gravitational
Pull
of pulse
Pressed inside the heart
of wanderlust and
Lackadaisical intention
Was the temp-oral
Foundation
of the time when time
Began
Missing only
The missive
of focused focus focusing on
The end
Outside
The means
The minimum
of mind and might
Plucked
And
Plighted
To fly
Above
This Take
This Teach
This This
This
.

This.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

At this
Cul-de-sac
Of time
And place
I place my life
On the altar of in-
Tension
And calmly
Evaluate
The nature of
Everything

What you
Know
Is not what is

The bank
Is
Bro-
Ken

Don’t you know?
Brotherly love
Is as empty as
U

Cost
Is
Key