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- Category: January 2015
new year's dawn
light unknown 'til now
honeys night
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day moon . . .
one half of it lost
in the blue
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climate change—
the silence of the lambs
gnaws at my bones
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temple bell—
the stone cold silence
it conceals
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new year heat
my words take refuge
in the glib
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moon-filled night—
clouds of unknowing
burn within
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first-footing
a divined stable
star-crossed gifts
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legal eagle
the fine print appears
less blurred
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summer light . . .
this path turns away
from the feast
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cloud fade—
the shapeshifting light
of being
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cloud-choked night—
closed eyes recreate
the expanse
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early bird
birthing the world
into which
it sings
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cattle trough—
a paddock jumps
into its sound
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night deepens—
just the sound of words
to feel this
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where I'm not
shapes twist the entrails
of a cumulus
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emptiness—
I listen for the tone
in my voice
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from the hole
rise the dull thuds
of our goodbyes
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profit margin—
you diss my idols
I break your face
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- Category: January 2015
day moon cloud—
all that fades without words
fades without words
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unseasonal rain—
in tomorrow's news
the death of today
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summer clouds
trailing off somewhere
with my voice
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dense with stars
night grows expansive
behind my eyes
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new year heat
the very air slows
to my pace
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this consciousness . . .
what does it feel like
as it ends?
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dusky sky
wrenching the silence
from silence
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trailing off somewhere with my voice
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be done on earth
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just as it is in heaven
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- Category: January 2015
lingering dusk—
daylight withdraws its last
semblance of order
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night of stars—
the fullness within me
flickers unseen
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leaving light—
the shimmer on the brink
of seeing
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summer bounty . . .
city malls birthing
usurers
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wormholed night . . .
I sleep past the ends
of my dreams
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tadpole galaxy—
I eavesdrop on the drama
played out before us
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star risen night—
the depth of longing
still in me
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ripe onion—
the outer roundness
of her belly
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datastore . . .
virtual shadows
of my self
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moving water . . .
my shadow laps at
the edges
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cloudless day . . .
so much harder to see
what lies hidden
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burnt offering—
the move from holocaust
to Holocaust
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cicada,
what secret are you
drenching me in?
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string theory—
another mosquito
sounds me out
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paper wasps . . .
facial recognition
sets us apart
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- Category: January 2015
year of light . . .
our eyes strain away from
this scorching earth
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- Category: January 2015
distant gong—
the toll life is taking
out of me