charm

neters return

nectars seep

i search the emptiness

one

and him

sun gives night

hair reads light

pears and skin

vapors and wine

fingers and treats

harmony fall

layers in mother pillows

in rose mary white roses

an ocean

dusk drawing

deep

the eye

S

 

the difference between levels of tolerance is exponential

almost chakra like

probably so

the sharp rise at the end

on the way back

rich and ascendant

a need to lever and play with planes

then reduce

 

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the only reservation per spirit of az

 

 

 

 

is the population self selecting

nothing more

its "selection" process

only modified,

most certainly,

by extension cultures

evocations and interreflections

any core process end?

only fast change

without presence

in time or space

intrasystemic

like a sailfin tang hue

adapting to circumstance

nothing more

wanting so
to be a process

one would expect

to be foundational design

source programming

for units

insystem(s)

experienced by you

Atum reclined in the bath of Nun and coming,

came
tem

 

volumes in volume

descent into number

       1

in a field of

        2

the further you are from the elements

the longer you can be alone

these are all things we know

because we know them when we sleep

 

 

 

 

 

warm in the october lights

awake w/o a moon

a home

crying for grass

my dirt and the rocks

to pond my soul

for the nights

a heart

with no name

but a label

in the plastic

old juice

for the chill

 

the 'ties

the runs

pals spinning aflight

and I afloat in leaps

 

to the shore

and my faits

my path to step

dry in the light

wet in aside

 

for here could be a line

here is a stop

o but on a flee

 

 

 

 

 

 you can leave any instant

so you are choosing to stay

and this

 

like coral

resculpting outside

in miniature

unknowing

 

8 hours of every circle

you know not

who

 

a State dream state for the day

your right to the light

 

a message board

of thoughts and feelings

with all the pressure

of infinity behind them

 

this dream

with the people and you

mirrors from fears

of me

 

 

 

 

 

the scary part is if the left is
a shade shadow
the animals are as conscious
as us
seeing our predicament

teaching me everything these dogs
an extrapolation of the present

why want more days
if there is no plan


 

800

is this country

its structure of governing

sophisticated enough to

have another constitutional convention

to split the union

manifest destiny is not unity

another destiny manifests

do you desire to be reborn

after life on this earth

maybe to your grandkids

recall the uterine memories

dreams and plans

smiles at the light

mother the machine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my mother went to school on the blvd
came from the canyons to the blvd
learned with the celibates on the blvd
a ribboned poet on the blvd
sung of me on the blvd
went to the hills above the blvd
to the sunrise from the blvd
to me on the blvd
to love