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In the reflection I am well
sickness has no foothold
beneath water's skin of mirror
I am breathing with great ease
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In the reflection I am well
sickness has no foothold
beneath water's skin of mirror
I am breathing with great ease
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So long ago -
we came to this place
together
we promised new beginnings
how is it that we've forgotten
those icy promises
of yesterday's snow.
So long ago -
we came to this place
together
we promised new beginnings
how is it that we've forgotten
those icy promises
of yesterday's snow.
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Which is livable?
The line along cloud bottoms
Or the line of ice?
Why is one comfort?
A terrain within our reach
The reach of so few!
Why do we compare?
If both are untenable
Then both are the same.
What then is the line?
Is it ice, or cloud, or us
In our quest to solve...
The line along cloud bottoms
Or the line of ice?
Why is one comfort?
A terrain within our reach
The reach of so few!
Why do we compare?
If both are untenable
Then both are the same.
What then is the line?
Is it ice, or cloud, or us
In our quest to solve...
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Creative Words were spoken;
water came
and parted
and floated,
one above the other,
as God thought,
"What would my love desire?"
water came
and parted
and floated,
one above the other,
as God thought,
"What would my love desire?"
Mountain lake
where purity spawns, and spills in streams
what was meant to be.
Flowing - growing dank, polluted,
fetid with the fecal greed of humanity -
into what has become.
where purity spawns, and spills in streams
what was meant to be.
Flowing - growing dank, polluted,
fetid with the fecal greed of humanity -
into what has become.
"Which is real?" she asked
as she trailed long fingers in the water
"Whatever you wish" he answered
as he put her wet fingers to his lips.
as she trailed long fingers in the water
"Whatever you wish" he answered
as he put her wet fingers to his lips.
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Blue thoughts come,
when the rain pounds
down on my shoulders.
Squishy shoes
are not my idea
of a perfect promenade.
Still -the drops
feel kind of like solace.
They cry for every stolen moment
and soothe away the pain.
when the rain pounds
down on my shoulders.
Squishy shoes
are not my idea
of a perfect promenade.
Still -the drops
feel kind of like solace.
They cry for every stolen moment
and soothe away the pain.
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I lay back
eased into my chair
musing, pondering
where oh where are you?
well, the reality has hit
you are dead
it's not funny or cute
you have left the earth
I am alone
with a mouthful of tears
eased into my chair
musing, pondering
where oh where are you?
well, the reality has hit
you are dead
it's not funny or cute
you have left the earth
I am alone
with a mouthful of tears
Reality
imageonimage
to image
mirroronmirror
mirrored
all we see
is light reflected
i am satisfied
to see darkly
imageonimage
to image
mirroronmirror
mirrored
all we see
is light reflected
i am satisfied
to see darkly
A
soft,
still life
reflection:
crystal earth and sky
transports me to the heights and depths
of bright majesty;
while breathing
away
my
soul.
soft,
still life
reflection:
crystal earth and sky
transports me to the heights and depths
of bright majesty;
while breathing
away
my
soul.
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Heaven lives
in the mirror of water.
Each line traced
upon the surface,
sky visions linger
for a moment,
asking us to fly.
in the mirror of water.
Each line traced
upon the surface,
sky visions linger
for a moment,
asking us to fly.
Thunderous rocky echos
Fancy, Footloose, and Free
Not letting death take its toll
Swaying above the world in a dream.
Fancy, Footloose, and Free
Not letting death take its toll
Swaying above the world in a dream.
And in reaching,
the earth shot through,
sent its sentinels,
as wandering limbs,
to a sky once broken
on the cusp of burst.
and the thirst of angels
would soon be quenched
by the liquid communion
with a glistening sky
and limbs of golems
reaching high.
the earth shot through,
sent its sentinels,
as wandering limbs,
to a sky once broken
on the cusp of burst.
and the thirst of angels
would soon be quenched
by the liquid communion
with a glistening sky
and limbs of golems
reaching high.
The slight shimmer of the surface
reflects a subtle solution.
The motion of the mirror
serves to soften the lines.
These delicate brushstrokes
render the world in watercolor.
Nature’s foundation’s blurring beauty
diffusing the light on our imperfections.
reflects a subtle solution.
The motion of the mirror
serves to soften the lines.
These delicate brushstrokes
render the world in watercolor.
Nature’s foundation’s blurring beauty
diffusing the light on our imperfections.
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a topsy-turvy world
where lines vertical a focus,
a balance inner ear,
a balance colored ice
to remind us summer will come
where lines vertical a focus,
a balance inner ear,
a balance colored ice
to remind us summer will come
Hold your breath
you can't--you make
the waters ripple
and I wobble above.
Okay Wind, the dare
obviously isn't working
truth then: does sap
make my bark look fat?
you can't--you make
the waters ripple
and I wobble above.
Okay Wind, the dare
obviously isn't working
truth then: does sap
make my bark look fat?
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I inhale and shudder--
the water lays still
My lips quiver on river's skin
your body dances under water's eddy
I whisper: does
thin ice make me look fat?
the water lays still
My lips quiver on river's skin
your body dances under water's eddy
I whisper: does
thin ice make me look fat?
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