Gravity Seeds

just one of the many failed suns this universe spits out, waiting for lightning to strike and ignite this gas giant full of fumes and storms

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Anhui in April

The rape  flowers are fading from the landscapes memory replaced by green soldierly wheat. Mountains (unmoved) are dressed in new swaths of pine. Butterflies flit ever at the edge of sight.

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Ode for Silenus

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Baby's first watercolor painting experiment

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Oh to be laid low #windowleaves #fuckspellingimmapoet

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sapling

Still green      & bendy   with memories      of the soft silly seedling         fresh in your    R-O-O-T-F-O-R-M-I-N-G             being Awing at all the                             Tall Trees   unmoving      but for a hundred                         hundred                                leaves not knowing   from the same seed      we each same Spring.

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well this looks promising

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Secret Knowledge!

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Time stops    when you sing,        in the halflight,  all hushed,        & something           soft    unfurls in me Deep in my    belly       a baby          being born   of these infinite moments,   growing      everytime           you sing     in the halflight

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You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog large as myself, that my father bought me. They are better than beings because they know, but do not tell; and the noise in the pool at noon excels my piano.

"Letter: April 26, 1862" ~ Emily Dickinson

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Under the Pines    January's   below-freezing     black evening  clings to me

as flesh does bone,

All sundered  by cold and the    freezing feeling       of Being  stripped bare    of Tough Bark by incessant          Winter Winds

I was, for once,    grateful for it.

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Visit Original Link

sailing in the cosmic sea of radiowaves   comes the sad story of some intelligent apes who learned how to manipulate the energy waves to send a cryptic message from you to me   200 stars the closest stars who know who we are ripples in the cosmic ocean from our little raindrop ripples in the fabric   oh Shiva please don’t flatten us out I’m so sorry for the way we turned out   (this is me trying to put my poetry to music, i’m a poet first so don’t hold too much against me)

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probably gonna do a new version of this song, such spacey 

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release

Life isn't always    this ceaseless      grasping, this Firm    Deciding       & Clinging   but this Great    Relinquishing,  an Ultimate Lesson               of Loss     & Lessening a beautifully   tragic thing,      Remember   to Release to occasionally   be at utter Ease      release  & thought it may feel   like being torn apart               by wind     I promise it is  a sweet    storm-clouds-break        ing-up-and-sun-           shafts-shining       kind of  Vanquishing

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snowday

Oh,     When Winter Weather        interrupts our endless               Ant March           *** (coalmine consciousness    transfigured into Uselessness)                *** Come Find Me,        Friend   and we will drink        Warmed Wine   until these Winnowing                Winds           End

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our life has called in, and we Wheel in confusion

written in the bodies of dead and or writhing bumble bees on a picnic table in my dream last night

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The Hermit

resurfacing    from the Roiling               Woods   with twigs in his     Bushy Beard & eyes like Cool                Dark            Caves full of shifting shapes An Archetype    whittled from        Living Wood    by unending Waves      of Wind        & Days          & Rain

The Image of Man       Untamed           or Cut Free      or simply Never Caged   

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and in dreams   i can see All of me    every bit stretched out       at every angle,         simultaneously  my whole history    projected into the deeps      that vast night sky of me          a dream full of symbols         stitched together with    impalpable gossamer      until huge shapes shine          - constellations -   created to commemorate       my time

and though I often feel      as if one huge mess       of tangled knots I'll ever forget the way     Dawn,       with a single tug            unravels the string    and all comes undone Clean