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Writings

 

If I were to write a book about you, I would need to start from today and work my way back to the day we first met. My perception of time crumbled from that moment on.

If I were to write a song about you, I would need to find an orchestra so that you could feel every nuance, engage with every note. Each sound a measure of the time and the space and the movement that still pulses through our lives.

If I were to write a poem about you, I would need to find the words to describe everything about you – and nothing in particular. Words are just shells that chaperon our emotions.

If I were to write a letter to you, I would likely never send it. Not if you stayed here with me. Not if we both didn’t know any better.

 

Peace

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A Last Time

You were a baby.

There was a last time that it wasn’t strange when I kissed your toes.

You were a child.

There was a last time that I held on tight as I walked alongside your bike.

You were a high school student.

There was a last time that I helped you with your homework.

You graduated from college.

There was a last time that I expected you to return to this place.

You made a home with the love of your life.

There was a last time that I would ever be first in your thoughts.

You and I have both grown older.

There will come a last time that I will ever look upon your face.

I will always love you.

There will never be a last time.

 

Peace

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Friends

 

I am not persuaded by your sophistication or your fancy clothes

And what you ride around town in is really none of my concern

Talk to me like a friend, listen to me as if your own trembling voice were now being called upon to reveal some black and lonely secret

I can even find myself being persuaded by a certain vulgar offensiveness if it’s accompanied by your putative lack of guile

I can be easy that way

Now, let’s go take a ride in that car of yours

 

Peace

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A View From There

 

The hustle of strangers in the grand concourse down below offers up no discernible signal, no clear or naked pattern.

Every step in this direction is seemingly double countered by two steps in that one. Yet movement forward somehow is always a given, always a constant. At least for that one lone fellow we briefly pursue with our locked and loaded eyes before he hastily dissolves back into an acquisitive crowd eagerly awaiting his return.

Like some high school science project fiddling with gasses and beakers and quickly timed measurements, the routes of these, our weary travelers, are both wildly speculative and boringly predestined.

It only matters from where they are first measured.

For just a moment, we catch a glimpse as if from heaven itself. And a thought or two intrudes about how all this might look from there.

 

Peace

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Delusions

 

Do I not really know you because you are perfect?

Are you perfect because I do not really know you?

My expectations were long ago buried in the sand,

and washed away alongside your first provocation.

I remain here, as your witness, still willing to testify

about a consummation that was never meant to be

 

Peace

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Lightly

 

I was born into the world, lightly

I have traveled throughout the stars, lightly

I have plodded my way back to the beginning, lightly

But I am unleashed and unbridled and unconstrained, tenaciously

 

Peace

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Patterns

 

Reaching out at midrib, from stem to tip

nourishment once pulsed so freely

through your dark green veins,

today they are just rigid

reminders, pointing

back to more a

complicated

time. But

now,

you

can

rest

 

Peace

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For The First Time

 

A compulsion to reminisce about things that I’ve never

seen before, streetcars running alongside several

small locked alleyways, and a few dwarf

palmettos that are just begging me to

guess about the unbound desires

that they’ve always kept so

well hidden behind their

sharp green leaves.

Until now

 

 

Peace

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Erasures

 

With a single stroke, a loss of memory

With a single step, a loss of movement

Once defined by personality and strength and quirkiness

All that remains is one single moment

Here I sit, still gasping at, still grasping at

Both past and future

Now all magically erased

 

Peace

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Turning Over Stones

 

Turning over stones, looking for a new way,

some have grown comfortable covered in

moss, some are now jagged, broken

down by the rains. Each has been

here long before I was born,

all will sit tight long after

I’m gone. Am I

looking for

comfort

or am

I

too

bloody

jagged?

Peace

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