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Defining the undefined one post at a time.
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Landlubbers, the crescent moon has arrived
with slanting tales to populate your sleepless nights.
Laplanders, the croissants have arrived
with breakfast tales singing a version of Paris.
Lugubrious joiners, the crestfallen arrange
the breaking hearts in versions of temporary relief.
Laconic gymnasts crest the heights.
The braking assistants bring them belief.
Largess gained, crevices open,
with links to cells that have not yet spoken.
FAITH is knowing 1 of 2 things shall happen: Either YOU will be given something solid to stand on, or YOU will LEARN how 2 FLY.
Sometimes you’ve got to FALL, just to REMEMBER how far from the bottom YOU ARE.
So which derivatives finally brought you
Down to these placebo tract sprawl avenues
Away from the cusp of excitement?
There was no one to confirm your rapid
Demise. Edited out, it was implied.
In retrospect much reflection tastes of ashes.
Some chose Buddhism it is floated
Out in the cocktail talk. Wandering among
Real trees, not just those in HD is draining
Replies the encumbered broker, unbending
But fitting his title more each day. Waiting
For the Feds to finish reading his files
He is miles from the action, seeing
Anew that there is no food service to call
Out here and no delivery of plaques for being
Gone from the picture.
Others hold your place.
Others have stepped over you on their way up
In this transitory moment
In our country’s watching
The coming lights speeding toward us in the tunnel.
For the world never fears a loser, until he truly has nothing left to lose. And the world cherishes a winner only until they find them human.
The sleeping mind arises.
It reconstructs pictures into meaning.
Flashing lines appear from the dark.
I learned subtraction until I was full.
Leaving the movie I drive off
Into the screen where all
The clowns died laughing,
And so we go to
The funeral of pregnant pauses.
At this juncture I’ve forgotten
More than I ever knew.
Stepping through the theatre crowd
Carrying the last plastic flowers
The vendor had we shiver
Before the machinery now cold
Under starlight.