To sniff out and enter
To identify the center
To penetrate, extract
The most natural fact
To imagine and measure
The depths of the treasure
To excavate secrets of skin
Never replaced again
To grope and pillage
The primitive village
To control and possess
Through a smile and caress
This is the measure of men
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The information age
The great imperial outcome
The Enlightened resolution
The gallant gallop of gadgetry
Cold and soulless as steal
The paint drips from the fence post
And dries in sun’s rays
Frozen like winter water
Often I envy this truth
My life a swift stream
A monstrous avalanche
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Sleep creeps now
Ink dribbles and dries
Upon pages
The moon wanes
Darkening a dark night
Sleep creeps now
When images fantastic collide
With waking, walking memory
Pillows give
To the iron weight of heads
Sleep creeps now
Into worlds imagined
And others unimaginable
Beasts prowl in long grasses
Sap seedlings sprout into trees
Heavy clouds blot the room
Distant voices invocate
Sleep creeps now
Adventure awaits
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Ashen skies
We mount ashen skies
And summer flies
Drown in waxy pools
Of eastern autumns
I know not
But summer speeds
The ashen skies
You gripped my hand
As you were sinking
spun triumphantly
Across a vertiguous vortex
Where have you entered?
Into elliptical orbit?
My cowardice craftily kicking creation
Embedding our boundary lines
crickets call the morning to speak sharply
Calling to creation
Like stars winking in dreadful nights
One to create
To create the one
That breaks into prismatic fragments
When sharp angles underfoot
Remind the weary of none, of nothing
You have been pulled under
To one, to love
The ashen overbelly of creation
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He did not space the stares
Of tear drop trees
Remorseless
He shot down highways
Shoulder width apart
He should have departed
From dreamscapes confined
Confoundedly he wore
The self same suit
He saw lamps
In need of light bulbs
He saw stars
In need of sheep
He paced wondrous ribbons
Off tapestries
Now that it ends peacefully
Without confrontation
He wonders if it ends at all
The lingering of dead desires
Not buried
Not cauterized
But left open
Like fresh flesh wounds
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The answer is cancer
Stealing thoughts of immortality
The pace of morphine dripped reality
The truth in a triangular treatise
Of how men manipulate
As Artemis was cast from Ephesus
By the bearers of a beautiful light
Copyright 2005
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