June 21, 2019
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dreaming into the wind
at night two red candles
light my hair, and as i fall asleep
my heart and wings flutter
as i spread my arms
in a white silk gown--
a bird, sleeping in the airdreaming into the wind
gathering sands and trees
and robins and roseswhile a piano is
playing in an old-fashioned
drawing room.i wake up like a terrier
snapping at sunlight.there are many ways to get ready
for living: sit in a silent room
and rest the spirit,
melt like
snow in the sun;
while
molecules in the cell of Heaven
cling like cobwebsto the soundless words
of my ancestors
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home of the bravado
upside down! feathers shift
from false to mocha grande from
"had ben, should have ben, could a
cobra be confined, to inquisition?
some are fixed for off spring foil
de role, formulations add numbers
Galileo was a Greek? Italian stallion?
the sun and earth move inconspicualoosely
(sigh...in-standsuated and stenog-gropeing*
*serious", moves delirious co-conspirators)
*stop this!
born in the clean shrine of tedium,
to accumulate evenly flown flags,
(in order to from a more perfect onion)
formulation during mourning cat calls
both the sea and the earth, move!
(for lines of four liners...uncanny!)
and the sun is fixed...moon over Miami
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