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For F**k’s sake just sit down a moment
And breath breath breath.
Now, what is it like?
It is like the vitality of the unexceptional..
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It is like this:
a barren tree on a hilltop lone
against the marbled slate of
the winter sky.
You may sit
beneath its sweeping limb..
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I had the sense of a breaking,
that the honeyed agitation of human want had
ripped worn affections from the ground,
as around sinewy marb..
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Blessed be the confusers, the
confounders, the
obfuscatory weavers of misdirection
and sleight of hand.
What is this epoch, but the measu..
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There can be
a last embrace,
(chest
faced, no hand grasping
flat against
still scratchy cotton,
on an ill
tailored t-shirt.)
b..
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Hypothesis
I am cognizant of myself,
tacitly aware yet full of the thing,
and am measured in my celebrations
as is the way of the pat..
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First in a series of 7 poems I am working on, loosely tied to the day of the week.
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