MINOR MATTERS
A little too much peacock for me,
I want to learn to build bridges instead
of flaming the fires of want or desire.
Of clay and its dimensions I already
know woo much : the mind beams
while the hands stay idle. The mystery
is heightened everywhere.
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Does anyone have to ask of power
what they should be doing while the
monocle beam light is burning within
the din : clay is just the vessel of time
the mind is set within.
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The red face of Mars lies heaving, like
an imagined warfare : The night cast eerie
situations in each person's mind, and in
every case the rumors swell. Everywhere
I am chiseled in the hardness of logic.
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Who am I, if not harnessed to your powers?
The lame glimmer of time allows pictures
on a screen which then becomes so much
distance in between; rusty rocks and green
dirt showered with a sense of being.
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I am you - energy animation - grown rampant
as a reflection of these souls who make up the
darting world - dissipate me oh life force,
dissipate me whole into electric chords of
blue. Another place within our sky - so many
for believing, but so few to wonder why.
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