freed overnight with droplets free

grazing lands farther

west hundreds of big

animals traveling together.

quiet repetition

whose softest voice

ebbs oceanlike

as the shore.

crown of this,

now, and always

humid to clear,

humid to clear

eyes silver wishing

to reflect a thousand

and one stars.

discus discuss the terms

for my release”

discis laughed

and discus

repeated a

phrase that often

before he

had used

with so much velocity

that dolphins

swimming far along

the ocean floor

could not know

what secret methods,

what mysterious employments

had been employed

there.

Before it had been

something large and complex

to utter

but now it seemed

so easy so decidedly

simple.

true

the height of everything

contained within it,

a single point

blinking like

light,

exhaling soft droplets

of grownsoftness,

grown from many worms

this silk

between my fingers

gleams or

glistens to music

created everywhere

inhales a steady

air of newness

and moves

what’s more.

explain emotion

emotion explains:

“plain to the naked eye

a fast runner,

hurtling across the plains,

seems to insightfully

gain your meaning

the one you hurled

at the world at

large and with it attempted

large things before

you only thought of

and now had received.

A gift from the sky

came to you, you

exclaimed:

‘Oh!’ and passed

out beneath the sun,

awaiting the moon.”

touching only certain textures

realizing only some things

i came to a realization:

i said, “i think

I know.” i knew

i knew something

but i slipped at

true answers

or grasped at

false images

or took pebbles into

my palm.

I’m starting to see

no pattern,

this begins

to make little sense

as i aware of

what goes around

will walk more

around this at

every angle reaching out

to touch.

the stars forming a gourd

hold what?

in your palm.

tasting like lemon

scratched surface

that’s there with

princes’ princesses

princesses’ known as

what? i thought

of this as i

sat at the

window of the train,

and meditated

more on it.

buds of flowers

creeping on the vine

told showing things

to those that watched

on the porch.

one

two.

three, four.

the things on the table

i spy

are sitting going

nowhere.

They one, two, three, four

seconds hours days

count quietly to themselves.

conmigo, contigo

the advanced sense

of time to go

advanced me to this point.

the ring of bells

in the night made

me faint with expecting

that instantly and

this immediately;

flakes of gold

beheld in the night

beach stones

held up to the light

revealed sus colores

ser una caja de piedra,

una mano de mi mind.

Wind,

trying to rustle leaves,

breezes through trees’ branches.

just sighing.

and marking the time that passes

with its notes

maybe forlorn maybe glorious

wind blows to move the branches.

water

the fleet honey smell

prevails and with it

i will swell to

such large proportions

i will take

this cup in my fingers

and with it drink,

because to be at

a certain place

you know you’ve found a point.

and creating and grasping

filling through

and relaxing

see it move upon the water.

desire and nothing

if you mixed fire

and water,

with air

already there,

and the earth always

in everyone,

you’d see

mountains moved

or maybe only

thoughts thought

but with currents

of passion amazed

and returning to

your island a growing

belief

in what

freedom the nature of

and starting to but

oh! and oh…

the sudden flight of a bird

i swallow my drink to

its fortune i give a kiss

or upon the eye gaze

we have a name

green trees grow thick around

we have a name

sang on the steps

of plains beseeched

kings there.

with gifts of

food and promising

great returns,

there,

we sat

and discussed the world’s

future it appeared

to us so.

that we should go there

and make change

war and love

swirl about you soldier,

go soon and

breath many things

on the flat open plains

there.

pensively

the trucked-over for miles

road began to ache

and desire,

there in the sun,

new traffic and wondered

at new traffic it

saw now. Streetcars

are streaking home,

bearing gifts with

wives waiting expectantly

there.

Here is almost

another story.

Lines tell what happened/

soldiers breathed clean

air and

fought for love.

mission

we walked down the

big hill

and came to

their bamboo grove and,

quietly, we snuck in

and found bamboo

on the ground.

later at my house

we wrapped tape around

our swords and now

we had weapons,

to defend ourselves

the next time

we walked for bamboo.

warmth and invitation

pulled beneath the covers

and slept

my head

to the pillow.

warmed beside piles

of warmer things

none so warm as

that which I

see in my mind;

or as cold as

snow can ever be.

hoy

a paper lantern

blown in the breeze

seems to float upward

and become that what i

always wanted to be

but not that i've

while i stood there intoxicated

looking back toward that

tunnel feeling dizzy.

Grinning running again

reaching a point in a straight

line from.

Turn and run again

flush and godlike.

I see stars above

and below and puzzle

at the that in between

grinning befriending

and fully intending

the bell that our

hundreds of running

sharp turns

to the north

and i can’t remember time

passing or how I-

i know. i know

knowing

with violet eyes stepped

up beside me the back of a hand.

down winding river valleys with hands

full of silt across mountain ranges

and peaks navigating turns

that hairpin into oblivion or

crease a thousand times

lines across the back of a hand.

so cool on mountain’s edge

with clouds above ringed in a circle

hung amid blue sky shine

in violet eyes sigh. 

spaces between trees.

classrooms fill up,

empty their students

and empty now

sit by themselves,

meditating on light

and shadows, thinking

of nothing.

I’ll open that

window,

over there,

so the light can

come in, can reflect

in my eyes,

and leave out

the window again.

trees shook with snow.

I desire only

to see their shaken limbs

and to touch their

snowy brow.

Long walks

Your long walks

through the long summer evenings

are growing longer every day

it seems.  You're walking

into the roots and the moss

and the leaves, and if I squint

I could almost believe you'd

gone entirely there, into

the world at the edge of all things,

your hair trailing fiery yellow

behind you, the air of before

still shimmering in the trail you

left sprinkled with silk and spice.

And the river nearby,

that winds its way though the oaky

forest, whose pulse times

all the living in its streaming

wake –it gently flows toward

the setting sun, arms outstretched,

brow bent, as if to say hello

to the ocean it rushes to greet.

rainy day, lights off all day

drip drip

time slips

i'm ablue one moment,

abliss the next,

in the buoyancy

of intricate memories.

rain drops roll

time stalls

we're drifting on

the world's current,

breathlessly awaiting

its every whimsical thought:

thunder one moment,

sunshine the next.