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The warm tail of summer comes whipping back
Each day
Burning melanin tattoos in varying shades of light

By twilight it settles
Quivering
Dreaming tomorrow’s torment

Still the heat exchangers go blasting hot air into the quiet vacancy of night

The ionosphere thins
Combines
Reshaping with the earth’s endless dark frequency

Highways buzz in thermal transfer
Bleeding sound forever outward
Pulsars of friction and rubber and asphalt
Pulling the sleepless from their dreamlessness
The great magnet of midnight gravity

Helicopters roar overhead
Flashing their false starlight
Tower beacons pulsate rhythmically
Warning them elsewhere
Dipoles undulate intangible dialogues
The world is never still

Heat explodes across sunlit horizons
The tail thrashes violently awake
The edges of time melt and drip
Nothing is ever still.

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Open wide to all this emotive resonance
These platitudes of wonderful possibility

In the same wilderness my mind wanders
Roam lessons forgotten and found again,
Released back out into the dark
To resolve and know again
And again
Catch and release
Awaiting a more complete fable to return

Lost in this,
These lovely wooded columns
Become the palace of my memory

I am trapped in wonder
Breathless by the enormity of it all

I sleep just to dream
Only to pass the time.

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Identity linked,
Re-established I
Burst forth
Falling through the heat of re-entry
Born again into this selfsame hominid
Radiant with insight

Upright and eyes vibrating,
Looking skyward for any rooted structure
To lead me back in to the out there,
The gravity of all disembodied
Hydrocarbon chains that came before,
Fathers, mothers,
matter and anti-matter,
all forms of divalent deities
Calling

Separate
One revolution at a time
Separate this being from its shell
Through iterations of spin,
Direction dependent of the energy state
Unraveling the nucleus

Speak, announce my arrival
This return to particulate harmony
Become one within the wave function
Collapse and collide
Then be reborn again.

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Mindful
Resting inches above the floor of my consciousness
Close enough to feel the ancient turbulence
Of the id
Rolling over in its pit
What primitives of knowing I cannot know

In the dim nothing there goes the scurrying creatures of thought
Restless, confused by the arrogance
Of my attempt at ushering the self to silence
They nip playfully at my levitating heels

Those greater formless regents spin somewhere above
Occasionally their frequencies translate to sounds meant to rouse me from my depth
Bring me rising to the surface of man
Where we may once again converse
In a scattered lattice of being,
That familiar dimension of existence

I feel my optic nerves slow in their trenches,
The aural transceivers momentarily excited
Before they too go softly into that strange respite

For a moment, a flash of plank constance
There is truth, oscillating nakedly where all things meet,
aware of my presence she closes the door

And up we go,
All of it, in a vacuum race to the surface

Back to that confused realm of identity.

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Strawberries suspended in waves
Floating, buoyantly rose gold
In a Chardonnay glass
Between epochs
Soaking in the acidity of
Space

And time like skulls
Endlessly springing
Flowers from hollow sockets
Once where the universe bloomed
Little sprouts among the weeds
Now warring for affection

Then the solid whisper of everything
Totality
Flat nothingness
The all in all
Like monomers from sinusoidal ripples
Expressed delicately in tongues
Formed by curtains of light

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Ether drum
Beating in our hearts
Loudly calling,
The blood rushes to and through
The amygdala, the hippocampus,
The striatum and the orbital cortex,
A provocative horde emerges
In circuits burning inward

Love sings
Encircling our minds like a halo,
The periapsis swings softly,
Unbalanced,
Wavering

Escape
No closure in historical romance,
Only sad and emasculated velocities
Racing prograde to extinction

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everyday after
every vector my eyes fall upon
stones overturned
places I’ve already been
moments I’ve lived before
evidence of my being there
searching for the unattainable

breathing,
conscious of all this fragile space
expanding and deflating
orbits I cannot escape

ungovernable,
the id stretches and snaps back
what little writhing things
flourish in the dampness
in the dark
in the shadow of imagos
emerging much later
autonomous
awakened

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there are superpositions
wherein parasitic raiders descend like bats,
shrieking echoes from their eyes
or hiding underneath the quiet moments
of zero kelvin, all movements trapped
where there is peace,
if only in these cold fractals.

secrets reside in those denominations,
silent, waiting for us like spiders
of another kind, free to move about
and wrap us in temporal cocoons,
saving us for later.

everyone and everything is frozen,
this and all forms of consciousness
mere cobwebs
waiting to burn in the big chill.

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learning to drown together,
floating among the flotsam and jetsam,
the debris of our time

the waves in their magnitude
raised us up to full potential
and when they fell we nearly suffocated
like rats, stowaways
escaping the leaner volatility
of self-assured solitude

over time we learned the wave forms,
the patterns of the medium;
sliding along the equilibrium
until we found balance, neutralization,
rising and falling neither fully submerged
nor free from the tidal drama
but together, in phase

lunar eyes rose and fell in great arcs
reflected back into the vacuum without
and we became the elements themselves,
the surface tension,
everything–
roiling above and below everything,
everything–

the cycle oscillates
until we are but vibratory schema

entropy the fate of existence,
the noise grew louder
and the waves became unfamiliar;
you ascended and left the spectrum entirely

out of phase
i struggle even just to drift,
unbalanced by your absence
until at last, the heat waves penetrate
and evaporate my spurious presence
into atmospheres,
the trace of your signal fading
and now there is only formless floating
without feeling, no edges
to define where i begin
and nothing ends.

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I am not,

I realized suddenly, in a moment split in ways worth many thousands of dollar-hours or hour-dollars spent turning over and examining the contents of my own psychesphere.

I am not me,

Or it or this, I simply

Am not this creature that I cling to

And it, in its romantically earthen form spun from the unbroken production of matter that is clever enough in its greater frequencies to move the local universe,

It is not me.

I am the unbroken matter chain, the process,
Shivering in the same dark nothing as you and everyone and everything,
We are all not the walking stories we pretend to be.

We are the in-between, glimpsing the truthful scaffolding of whatever is greater than the sum of us, edging forward to aloft outright among the gods, known and otherwise, to say at last see us, we are here, we are you.

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