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Wrestling with the swan…

December 31, 1999 Wrestling with the swan. Much towards heaven flows undone, Re-erasing groves of searching, experience, learning, There! In tonight something sits firmly, No decision, It is no practice, nor an equal flowering spread out, Morning is near, in the middle of early, I recall vague portions of tonight, its busiest energies, Were it […]

Let it be this way…

December 28, 1999 Let it be this way. Arrive sun and moon, Two fishermen by the subterranean shores, At a hatchery, perhaps a sunken, entombed and roofless building once, Its walls now a pond-side and white mirroring surface, Damp, Like a mother’s womb. Catching a silvery fish, Small, compact, rather stout and plumpy, Like a […]

Lifted, Created… (Revisited 12.31.2008)

December 10, 1999 origin (Rewrite 12.31.08) Lifted, Created, Returned from quiet Severance’s numerous gatherings of mankind by Celestial Opportunity… Tulips, ever so slightly following her gait by their dawn-uncreasing-petals never late… And a young woman wandering, Up on streets strewn out by spaciousness darknesses, Serving her solo hearth by that deemed utility-candlelight-fade, (first to brightness, […]

Lifted, Created…

December 1999 Lifted, Created, Returned from several groups of Men by Celestial Opportunity, and a Young Woman wandering, serving her Homeplace by that utility where whole nations have yet to think of themselves, though she dreams of their Birthplace through her Maturity, There are setting stones, blind Dawns, blind Roosters and Pendulums whose swinging begun […]

Lover, Be Beside Me And Not Dreaming

December 5, 1999 Lover, be beside me and not dreaming, Letting go of tempests sworn to pledge Beginning for a trident’s habit, Withering memories, seed-light and dark green Autumn brown, Orange light, chests filled with grip, pollen, emptied fragrances and evidence of vacancies well petitioned to remain a space for Space to inhabit, filled with […]

Some Deeper Sentence Alarms Me Still

December 1, 1999 Some deeper sentence alarms me still, it is dreaming inside, here, Watching this writing read, My evidences are so small, While an entirety continues compassing, through faring it, Writhing transformations enrapturing a field of hearts, A new corn crop, where crows sleep and do not eat? You, who I recall often, bronze […]

So Much Is In Journey…

December 1, 1999 So much is in Journey and throughout its boarders, Far off, a distant treble, long lines of oaks, maples and herbs, These features often hold my youth, still unbelievably unfinished, Reason and vacancies ~ The principal which will keep me in the city? What I may forecast is nearly foreboding, a message […]