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Overdosed thought
Adds hours
As promise
Subtracts days
In despair

Midnight recalls
Lifetimes of hope
Wringing our hands
In punctuating
Sound

Taking note of
Eternity
In altars of
Compassion

If our Love
Were to reveal
Itself in the
Willow

Leaves would
Tremble
Branches would
Break
Trunks would
Lift

Moving shadows
To chase light
Poetry
Held in the
Torches of a
Contemplative
Song

Where hearts
Break
Into temples of
Teardrops

Avenging the
Fragrance of
Loneliness
Within pools of
Passion

Swimming in
Morning
Moonlight
Reflecting
Wonders of
Interpenetration

Luminously
Sedated by
Time
Untouched
By hands of
Someday
Tradition

Our Hearts
Redeem grace
Eternalizing
Love
Trampled by
Weaponry

To bloom
Inexpressibly
In peaceful
Uprising

Crystallized by
Liberating
Beauty
That carries
Imagination on
Its shoulders

Like flesh and
Bone
Unburdened to
Earth
To possess the
Spirit of
Understanding

I am weed
Blooming
Without struggle
Departing
Without attendance
To vanity

I am here
Waiting
Without demand
Nostalgic
Without direction
To distance

I am rooted
To the child
Traveler
That finds
Reassurance
In the sky’s
Emotions

Tempestuous
Unpredictable
Heavenly
Her Ability
To Begin
Again

EnLight

Wearing her
Seasoned robes
Warming to her
Shelters

Curtained
By fear of
Prehistoric
Departure
Into
Non-existence

I am an offering
Effortlessly
Guided to
Nakedness
Silently
Possessed

By Footsteps
Born to
Sunshine in
The renewed
Essence of
Your tender
Impermanence

Asleep
I almost
See you
Awake
I feel you
Completely


“A world where vision and sensation are one universe,” I answered, when asked to describe my dreams.


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