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There Are Realities that the Mind

11/7/2017

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​There are realities that the mind
Alone cannot envision, it cannot
Attain (the color of another planet
The bow of an interdimensional yacht)

But the entire you with all 
Your senses, with your goosebumps,
With your dendrites and your nerves,
(Walking through a forest where the stumps

Of the trees, the birds, the whirs
Of the cicadas, the hollow
Of a tree where squirrels reside,
The caw of the crow and the trace of the swallow)

Which require a stream and
A bed of moss, a moon and sun,
We close our eyes and hear the trill
Of the water and blackbird in unison.
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So When You Knock Down the Walls

11/6/2017

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​So when you knock down the walls
The dust clouds rise and cover
All of your furniture. How long
It will take until you recover

Yourself, under the chaise longue.
And if you want to lose your
Self (because you are too coarse,
Or pure but bound, and you can’t endure

The tyranny of gravity), you lose
The empty hollow of each quill
With which to fly. You wanted 
To be free, you wanted to distill

The core of meaning in an anarchy
Of art. Oh wise heart but heavy head,
Acknowledge gravity, walk freely,
Or rise to lookout point, and lack bread.
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Sometimes a Little Mental Scraping

11/3/2017

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Sometimes a little mental scraping,
Shh, shut up, the oxygen level is
Getting low… to free the bubbles
Of nitrogen, the carbon dioxide fizz,

Whoops, and there (below) are the
Thoughts trudging, chained by the ankle,
Whipped, dull-faced, where is that 
Gleam—faint awakenings rankle,

Plumes of darkness, and when
You want to climb out of this
Abyss, hands rough as cement
Pull you into the necropolis,

Gather in, rise, that iron sky,
It is not invincible, you can
Plunge into the sunlight
To truth and peace in the supernal man.
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