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Fearful Light by Blair Gaulton

Fearful Light Fearful light fights with itself; if it should climb the shelf. BJG(Blair Gaulton)Jan 2019

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Lost

Our individual lives Our physicality, animate Immediate and eternal sacrosanctity For this great distance have I striven I shall strive for again, again Missteps and accomplishments Lost in a yawning tremor Propelled by my own will By nothing than this I run In silence, stillness I run In sweat and labor, I run In running, I am still Under an abstract yoke Lost in a yawning tremble

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(A)gnosis

Carnal And the essence therein Provides us nothing At best, nominal Understanding cloven The human wonting Agnosis The ontological problem With kenotic solution Intent, non-plerosis Corporeal transparency, fulcrum Metaphysical intrusion Ether Is pure experience The same as emptiness? Infer In a paradoxical sense Being by psychosis

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Gigantomachia

Gigantomachia Unity of analogy These past years, and years to come Continual mental hostility The Titan phenomenon As internal ontology Regard: Living - thinking, without rest Presents itself to us As some sort of test Of dialectical nonsense And we wonder why the struggle persists It is itself the form of existence It propagates itself, grows By self imposed counter throes As individuals, we are the same “To journey this way, or that way go.” In this way, have I thought of you? This is, I must confess, apropos But I cannot conceive of my reframe In this spoken-of existential flow Present once, though not here now There is no balance in yearning No balance in absence Gigantomachia Is a unity of analogy Although, there can be no analogy Where there is only desire

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I Have Felt Joy, Yes, and Loss

I have felt joy, yes, and loss Joy in the chameleon dances And strange and blessed performances When those lights shining behind you Mass-obscure performers’ faces Living chiaroscuro, mysterious creators We were only taking advantage of Our curious natures The collective joy, bewildered When it appealed to our upturned features The loss, in time, arrived Though by all accounts, was there Before we realized, or could care But we’re still here, bored, hypnotized Even though it’s been gone forever This loss left an emptiness It still stings when the wind passes And the movement of reactive masses Should have left loss subtractive Should have It never belonged to us Because it was never mine (Only in my mind)

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Stuck in This

Lyric has made nothing unknown Even the lost brother can find himself If he could think of it Yes, I forgot where I put that No, I don’t remember that day Maybe, be there in a bit Poetics has made unknown known Even though we’re stuck in this Separate and together At this critical juncture A painful shout might affirm my life From the gray, siphoning weather

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Haiku of the Day

Surrounded by you

Blinded by the piercing wash

Missing follow-through

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Give Up

Across the fields sat A foundry, beneath Heavy hills Faulty, whirring a slow song Past the days when Shadows were long The harvesters search For the miracle water It’s over here No, it’s there Nowhere “Just give up to it.” “But this life is so beautiful.” “Don’t worry.” “But I can’t find it.” Let the tears come, son Past the days when Shadows were gone