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The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress



Beyond Door Number Three

The Make-Up of Molecules

I Will Return

Marinate On This

A Smattering Of Mattering (How Do You Matter)

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

from the tomb of three days sleeping

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Lemonade Days and Rhubarb Pies

Life Among Clouds

HOW

EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

After Wide Sargasso Sea

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Encounter Before Dawn

Great Spirit

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

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UNDECIDED


inertia is
the opposite of urgency
I'm ticked in
to my apathy

its the word I choose
to use to describe
the ennui
that has become me

I'm tapped out
my root severed from the whole

I'm now the Classic under-achievement
my transcript
has black holes,
gaps deliberately left open

the echo-centrality of me
has been modified
if I were a canyon
there would be no corresponding voice

the choices
I've made
are now blank on my shortened resume
I've abandoned the course
given up the ghost
long dropped the lease with the holy host...

but hey
I'm not ether yet
and I've placed uncompromising bets
that I'm not hedging

I'm great at the bluff

I'm the rough
in the spot you haven't seen
in the place
in the in-between
the shadow in the boxer
that's gone black

you think I've left
but part of me is back
even though
I'm pretty much
undecided

this is all the evidence
of me that
is left
and that will be provided

I hope your brain
doth comprehend
that's the only way
your understanding will
be guided.  

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