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(strikes again)

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a ribbon for the mockingbird left harkening on a breezy twig wiggling snaking awoken desire the bird descends to seize

much like the inflamed need your ravenous eyes too bespeak of a nocturnal owl’s mission to hone hunger into a perfect dive

just pretending you’re an instrument of need fulfillment until lost in it tobacco and whiskey salvation carrot on a stick ribbon in the wind

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found swirling a stationary bead of sweat hanging suspended dripped intuition garnered in phantom heat dispersed to water the leavenedsand

eaten worming holes aplenty strange quarks weird conversations amid time again to plant anew seeds of tomorrow we ought review

bottom up rivers gulping themselves cheerily marking land’s gentle declivity and tall sheerdrops along the way running inevitably to rejoin the sea

I am this ripple of lightrefracting fleetness on this hypothetical ocean of dna-conflagration identifying not as the beaded sweat nor ripples but as the encompassing capacious singing sea

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skin reflecting light

what joy to feast and live here

illuminated

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through sky's water what year is this in which anthems bisect selves? your triangulating rhythmic trailing lianas along the rising limbs - let us rise again towards the encompassed polarity of authorship! whose other hand has written docile latins for dun libations? elapsed, fig mint sauce on stuck pork - far along roman decadence - slaves sweat salves of mint aroma thick sweetly set to defeat their keeper's indices of idolatry. peregrine chagrin lowered chin up claws on fraternizing farflung flocks of feeding fowl - do recall the cacophony of your cares - and winter needs our fleeced forced derelicts as equally as a late-period society - derelict youth enraptured captured in haired hairy rarities of spirit; the adventure remains!(the need of company concrete) crème de la crème - traded time for time with the blessed bovine wise to lead us never astray among hermaphroditic handsigning angels - sentinels along the young exuberant himalayan heights. hummed sum pi by archimedic displacement of morals as a filter through which reality lies obscured in a limited consciousness-pressured rock flax by the mill floss on the streaming strutting architecture of need strung through liquid glass glinting risen far above the needful doting "only a man" sentiments filling arenas with distracted obsession thundering viconian to recirculate once more along that alluvial liffied flume through the eons of life to life without a moment, even, wasted!---agentle patterpatter of rain 'ore the nosing moose - a chanteuse strums her instrument in preparation to step back into notes hit high enunciated on "baby"----redfox and woodgrouse meaning, doing noharm. what wistful display of charms, filling days with anything to something transmutations. tree trunks treetrunks hypostyle hall of mediating pines - what medicine hanging thoughtfully from these long storied trees - what matters of mind condensed stimulated to style themselves after nothing but the flying balanced formula of formlessness which goes dreamlifedream

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swept hair volume occupied in swift light bilious with oxygen and nitrogen molecules seeking equal distribution reflection of hair carried in the light of an electric lamp bounced by the silicate in the liquid suspension of glass keeping the lesser kinetics of outside december air at bay what a marvelous suspension, the stray carbons in our water - honey, what a marvelous collection of water and flirtatious active carbon are you! as though old and new and shifting waves meant something novel to the ancient atoms making you - honey, we are as old as this crazy moving universe - accumulated across trillions of miles over billions of years, what a lark to be conscious of this cosmicdrama as we gaze into each other's eyes - what undeniable centrality of meaning and perfection woven into the spacetime we occupy - traversing it or it passing through us - bentbow round a sound quick to ask of us our unknowable depth of connection and fraternity - progression a regression remaking new forms of former types, formless to structured, across brief instants in unknown eternity, oh how long hours compress to points floating through charged electric spaces across cloudmountains and rockmountains marveling at our words of them you may recall a face a voice words and motions I too recall them, mine and yours, incarnations we peer from, here I am, are you there - and incarnations flit and flutter and flash and pass - last summers next summers winters accrue, do not mistake for a second the time and distance as anything but a ghost in itself - the shadows of our time together and times to come occupy now the fleshly chances of gone and come - higher lower yonder ponder sauntering across beets and bones and flowers allblooming allrooting beneath the palaces of life all living roughly gracefully as coming respiration of oceanclouds and piling waves addressed to woman and man and fish and mammal and bird and fungi and godly plants and sage stones air and sea and fire all atoms unlocking and flocking heat and light and sound dna unlocking itself to admire all of us I've admired all things and sigh and sigh what wonder! what wonder!

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I began travelling, and, having mounted great distances, find myself broaching the new, that old familiar homely newness of everywhere. A paralytic in machine air, seated a cloudly king the transport across continents and oceans of namesakes heard under our sun brought again human faces, all human, and mine, a shyness to be conquered, being conquered, it is conquered in the night! A human coyness reengineered into the mighty Yes! of family. All family all known all joy ah this monkeyed great billioned family.  What jacarandas and tulips of the intermeshed lips - lips speak tongues and familiar they relate their harvests of the season, their song howling: Day! Strawberries, I am told, in Switzerland, Ice wine sweet and clear tonight I hear tell awaits us in Austria. A man in Portland, high on tea after tea, tells of the fabled high tea fields in Northern India. Awaiting, misted or awash in light, the fruits of the vine, the honey of the tangerine bee - lips part to impart life again and sighs and hugs we traverse years keeping them and hoping them infinitesimal in our shared dream labyrinths of our same honeycombed great mythic mind of the cosmos. Man and woman and pumpkin children - a laugh of rice and beans over the fire - a mirth of heated pies in the memoryheat of the ashfire - patties flooded, corn a drying, seed pulp sucked into the dizzying airless heights of the rangy peaks - a shake again of the rounding head - here is life and life is here. We warm each other even in thoughts tonight!

And what a night - resounding with the olivenested starling and the hunting low swooping owl, spotted some weeks ago in a misty rain inland of cool Humboldt bay. A prism’d rainbow reflected in every face - huntress and eaten prey. Dancing wordless becked of moonlight, the brew of autumn steeps us breezy along the sea — thoughts of youth reflected and swallowed in the hunger of the present - with the calm assertion - feasting is grand - fasting is grand - huzzah! we have each other and the moon - all is grand! A feast of fastness - a quickening and a slowing - stimulants over words and drowsy herbage over sand and fire - your hair beckoning to lineages stretching back to that still flowing Blue Nile - a whisper for us - the stars are children too - we are children dancing the ongoing question of Yes? Obviating the hangups of time, nature’s ovation: Of course! Of course! Dance on wild children! Dance you inebriates of the answer Yes!

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under bark, exposed, rotted bark sloughed off clean sunbleached wood, bohemeth by a still pool

undulating patterns in sunetched grain, waving to gnats that have become swallows dividing clouds

a triangular clearcut swath on the near ridge broils a Mayan or Aztecan sun baking this California

dun wrung hands lifting heavy multicolored stones to build cairns around the aromatic riverbed plants

walking down stony river stick in hand leaning heavy awaiting the dance of present to shake forth forever

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it is us warm fleshly bodies of warm flesh that farm this farmland hesitant to disappoint our own golden morality, we persevere in the mornings now the familiar northwest mists hang low the midseptember new moon brings with it autumn, unmistakable tramping crunch through mowed wheat considering the treeline along which poison oak has crept high up trunks as veins of red from a distance these pillars of bloody ivy are hypnotising, lyrical and a mistlike rain pervaded two nights ago as an owl swooped low and a friend returned on a nightbus and walked out into our field and embraces were shared and a fire kindled in our bare hands to vaporize goodhumour and clarify our fraternity like sweetbutter

but so much stronger were the hours daylit with a woman’s laughter a shock of warm childhood returning viscerally nourishing memories I saw over these days the dharma of a possible homelife flashing like the many limbs of colorful sea creatures, a love embracing warm and now with dark cloudy night a meditation, of how to live and serve

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Were it easy, we would be tonguing foreign dactyls over our morning coffee. We would become more than ligaments in a social schema. Sinew attached at the knee, bending to pluck foodstuffs.

More than economics we used to be. We would still be more or less, were it easy; to rest faith in the germ of bounty, synthesizing sugar from drink and breath. We would be timeless again, unstuck, swimming under palms on the island, and mushing snowshod to feel the frigid air alive against our aliveness in an exposed cheek.

At this age already, lying in a tent, stars through a screen, the night chill of Humboldt before autumn recalls piercingly memories of summer giving way to mellow twilight sleep. An autumn breath of years ago, wearing grey denim to go to the art gallery.

So fine would it be, to breath violins and exhale Grecian urns -- to dusty infinity, the motes of breath breathing iotas of dim recall in classroom fancies and professorial analogues. The chill saps my body's warmth from the blood through the skin. Goose down will keep me warm here on the ground, until the morning comes.

And what morning shall it be - hazed with wildfire smoke drifting from near Shasta. The sweet nostalgic perspective of tonight will evaporate with the dew - another day of apparently tangible recourse shall unroll in its deterministic way. Food and sun and water; high banks over dried stream -- my nervous laughter for past years of concentrated aloofness. How comforting would it be to again be human, a schizophrenic universal mind narrowing back down to see distinct, pleasant realities.

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roasting beets on coals the bishop singed his robes francis declines to comment with a redtinged grin obviously a beeteater covering up the tracks of beeteaters who've never planted a thing

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cane mats woven garlic finely braided time to rest between two trees your parents planted tall now much like your own children

Jesús went to Paris to study medicine but he misses still the house canaries

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delectable fog Eureka! I’ve found it rolling fat and settling sedentary

I’m minisculed out then , condensed a droplet destined to a harlequin’s cycle

mute adorned a fog now a redwood’s blood later deep salted sometimes

an old dance learned before history I dance it so you all might too

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over the saturated hues of many blooming dune shrubs an impression of painting was laid; to me significance returned in colors— colors varied and changing, alive

not like haunted Gauguin do I wish to stalk and crave but like the elderflower, pervade a calmness as fragrant wet eve not primitive as much loving

a careful nurtured geometry has delivered our sapience

knowing enough to know beauty beauty enough to know color, color well all known

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in lima terracotta sculpted heads the jugs endured enamel eked daring coins drunk accruing debts embodying presence new jugheads enameled to shelve presence fired frozen fired forever

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as were motorized hours, too my lurching lust readily flayed abridged between parched lips seems I leer into those passing deer human corrugated like a coarse metalplank to the pier whereupon I tether a graffitied rowboat haphazardly cast off! into my riff of troubled comforted wants dreamsoft and forget them before an easy day when no face is familiar and niceties flint razoring Eureka! we’ve found another tsunami fucked bay where scintillating romanticism paralyzed me yesterday

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seven octopi swarth limb'd pigment spilt intention'd silenced where heads bodies don't meet end softbodied intelligence old survived stitchless a tarpaulin tossed over tongueless odes