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 [...]

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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 [...]

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 [...]