vpoet, re:

thought may be but revolution centered on known knowledge   while reaching toward knowledge not yet contemplated:
                                                                                               through contemplation on what is shall arise what is not                                                                                               through contemplation on what is not shall arise what is
perhaps through thought’s revolutions the possibility arises of detachment from [...]

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Words… are but Definablesunless ’so given is       Thought,       : Emotion,        .: a Stir within the Self,        .: a Click,        .: a Light,        .: …

“bob greazy!”– a shout to thee,our friend and father of refine’ed gravity,whose twisted trust and duplicitywell drown lungs in dairy-air’d visibility!

from palm a penny fell,               tumbling                              down                                       air;                                            face,                                                    tail,                                            face,                                                    tail,                                            face,                                                    tail               to smash in wade with waves unflinching                     ‘gainst your wall of rounded cinder

–unfamiliar are these words
to the pausedbreeze of your voice
as i’ve never
had the chance to scream them
until downwind came,
and
now
i escape their trailing consequences
through still not telling you.

out came the tide from her swollen eyes                                                                        and there i was,        hand over pride to break the surf        and i just kept telling myself                      "she’ll forgive me sometime;                       she’ll close her eyes sometime                                                                        and dream of someone else."

blessed
is the blind, Night-scraping
light;
for self-amused stars,
once in cackle’d shimmer,
blur drunk with Jealousy
as glances given North
ever-more fall to Earth’s domain.

i had
walked out to the car
to know the world for a few minutes.
push-laying next to old man e,
i noticed him standing at his pillow;
a look of frustration as he cocked his chin
toward every place he frequents,
looking for the biscuit i had given him
hours earlier–
he likes them
only if he has no other offer
of bacon’d treats.
in the [...]

i look up
and see that you
silent-stand
on top of world
as stars shoot-fall..
as worlds slide
along the universe
’round your eyes–
i see their jealousy
for you are still
and they are dying–
for you are constant
and they must be changing.
i peer out
across water
of oceans from your toe-tips
and see you shining,
leading islands
in dance of midnight;
’round your eyes
they twink in merryment–
into my own eyes, [...]