Author: poems_nfopxr
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Faces, faces, faces
A wading mass, potential energyCombinations and limits andlimitless combinations–Senselessour place in historyand how complicated it’s becometo understand other languagesto know mother tonguestoo many permutationscrowd and suffocate
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Just Good Friends
Taken among the cosmosThe mouse ran _____ the stoveOh, how could there be so much time left?Chill ; it’s autumnTraffic lights soften in the rain
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The Undead
Swapping closets,bright berries for plumsColors mutedeven fog takes its timeA drifting presence, this seasonhaunting each cool eveningwith life
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“How ya doing, buddy”
summer evenings swirl up,up, mixing, minglingdog/bus/tree/changetime brings usplenty;retired leaves ride the breeze,peek into townhousewindows: plants and amber kitchen lightsgently tuck in the dayRestLet night drape home in constellations
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Artificial Boundaries
Except those you choose to keep,the rest may fall awayBusses, planes and pushing papersBureaucracy of BeingAt the perimeter, maximizing spacewhen in factExpansiveness is found at true centernot edgesserving to show how far you’ve strayed
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Space Elevator
DingEyelids partFlooded, an instant of blue lightflight and pipe dreams,and ambition to beanywhere but homeForgotten ventures, words, evenlike liberalism, and words like venerateand Bolshevization and youthHow to do long division?What else am I forgettingas I recycle cardboardand communities burnas I listen, find faint whimpers Perhaps this is agingBecoming timeDoors close
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Ebbs & Flows
It’s all coming togetherCoiling, from the outside inSilken strands knotting ropeBlonde is in MoMA nowDropped, cool into dry eyes:refreshing and temporary Ropes fray–it is a function of time
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Fermata
Do not lift a finger, precious, blurred, swinging steps each a moment strung together like pearls reflecting the weight of time
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Wonder
How you arrived, when I noticed there were more fireflies like the soft glow of childhood rising sun