down they sing

down down down inside there is a silent speech you sense it with your fingers as they absent-mindedly clasp the empty space between your palms a holding on to something that never was the words are unlike these, and your eyes cannot fix them into harsh dualities of coincidence cannot shatter their glass frames and spill them into false awakening, for...

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a circle

why poetry? complex brevity   

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brain(s)

my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm a sightless pattern just below consciousness feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles and words - my God, words! appear mysteries profuse my skin invisible knives punctuating reality letting the dreams out all the while tap tap tap   and more: you, unquietly reaching impossibly leeching, receiving  growing dreams of my dreams with another...

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release

my knees are bent for you my skin is quiet I shed drops of Witnessing into the waiting of your hands the shadows have ascended silver rays reflected your world is becoming it is in all the voices

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poems

here shall words arrive not on my lips, nor yours but still caressed a meeting of sorts out of sorts still always flowing an uncovering of of  what what will your tongue see your eyes hear our heart sing?

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Poems

Today I put up most of my poems on the site: http://www.spiritalchemy.com/poetry.html Poetry isn't good for much if it never gets read, so despite the fact that many of these poems are embarrassing for one reason or another, I thought I'd post them as a kind of experiment/record of my own transformation, since transformation is...

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