Water Droplet

Taken for answers
Our rantings and ravings
Putting clues together
On the trail of a massive unraveling
The light behind the eyes stays on
But seeing all possibilities
The grip on the here and now loosens
The entry on the cosmic data table says ‘cracked’
And you go on with your life, undaunted

The mysterium extremis
The light in the attic
The publicization
Of all the curious correspondence
Each to the other goes
But all in a lifetime is found wanting
No one hears the inner thoughts
Calvin said, “Do not disappoint”
But Angel rebutted, “All is in time”

The theorem of the light fixtures was proved false
And in falsehood, falsified the rest
Freedom to leave, freedom to drive away
Running from sanctuary
Running from pain
Becoming something
As the visions faded
Battle Group 7
Would not leave the field
Faery warriors
Come to claim the bodies

Within the cave
The man tries to switch off
Tries to shut up
But cannot do anything
Tackling the assassin in the night
The shadow
Transmuting him into a water droplet
Falling into the Ocean

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Portal Where Disappearing Things Go

Slipping into the paradisical ocean
Allowed in this moment to be wetted
Tying loops in the chain of temporal existence
Passing through wormholes and delight with the changing of the outcomes
Just a bit of effort to transform the world
Those who give no fucks whatsoever become juggaloes
Stripping down and diving into the bottomless pond
Diving deep to find the portal where the vanishing belongings go
And have a first date lined up

Summer Archives #6

He plies the High Seas

In a single triangle sail rig

Under the turning Sun and Moon

Stars

Fish jump, the waves toss- , Endlessly

Slapped by a herring! ‘neath the scudding clouds, wanders John the Fisher-Man`

The Fisher-Man who has seen the Thousand Seas

in many different guises; on many different planets; in many dimensional continua; with many different personas; – He has seen it all

Today, this time, though, He sails alone;

Alone into the greatness of the boundless ocean,

Which alone out of our modern pleasures ` Obviates to man his insignificance

In the face of nature, Friend or foe is a matter of philosophy

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meh, i dunno this one may not have much substance

Under the waves Silly I thought the wavesThe last

Under the waves 

Silly I thought the waves

The last border under which

None emerge

But here in the deep prussion blue

I stand immersed

In the numinous trance of the ancients

Flywheel panopticon on the surface world of cities

All laid bare to my eye

Solitary consciousness on the center

Of fate’s luminous causal web

Information all exposed to

The open mind