remembrances

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My brain is exposed.

There is a limit to how patient talent should be.
Not that I ever had talent, or patience.

I'm done with deniability.

I hate justification - I don't have a better reason than I like that.

I love the process
ALL THE REST OF IT CAN GO TO HELL

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the call

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when silence was first broken
from sledgepots, ropes and chords
a perverse sound
stirred the puddles dust

the call

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ducks bob
on liquid glass
etching circles

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birds explode into air
carving holes in time

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through mist
a cocks crow
twelve times
sounded

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pink pearls, daydreams
bright orange, red
fades

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void conversation
a word struck ghost
intimate whispers
silence

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a golden lion
ripped by shards
of the broken glass wall
my tongue is still

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flit fly
soaring over garbage
seeks a pestilent smell

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an empty suitcase
holds the object
of my desire

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where
the reins of the young, vicious horse
jailors keys for this entombment

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where
the vanishing bridge to heaven
dark in the secluded chamber

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reflected
golden daggers
emerald pillars
flaming icicles

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under the orange bridge
duck excrement
spatial distortion
pagodas

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morning
silver shards
rain-washed
shining

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sun
shining on junkies,
turtle eggs crying

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golden clad whispering
solitude portends
break of early light

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a hyacinth
dying in my arms
purple glow at sunrise

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dogs stop howling
cormorants cease to fly
endless ripples

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silent dogs
flightless cormorants
no trace

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the beauty of the rose
dewborn
alone

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magnolias
smelling god

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howling fear
cries of pain
black crows nest
in empty willows

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frustrated
i bare my teeth to the wind
profaning
the three billion names of god

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one family sells corn
another smack
a hawk eats fish
in the park of echoes

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in a blizzard
beneath a white sea
the waxing and waning
of a dark and dirty heart

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truth, elusive
immutable

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a sad sound
lies

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winter morn
sacred ruins collide
with wanton manipulation

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light profanes
downtown
haloed buildings

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piercing red
wind-sculptured earth
clashes with sky

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red earth dusk
chaos, continuity
light irradiates, dies
zion

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breathing out precious vapour
no end
beginning
under a black umbrella

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sailing
no time
fish ladders
on half moon bay

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footsteps in the forest
eternities imprint
it is said death frees

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footsteps
no imprint
for example, a rose blooms

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the process is vast

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the tree fell
seedlings on parched dirt
a wheel

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a torrent of fear, flooded
the sky puffs a cloudburst

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tears of the mother
no one is greater than the rain

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the wind, sun
a pitch black rainbow in air

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bent light of rainbow
through a veil of tears

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darkness abounds
a fisherman worships on water

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darkness enfolds
the wine flows
drink

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a cold hand, death silences
from every crevice, life bursts
noise in still green water

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in a secret rite
geese formulate in air
necks extended
whirling circles of god

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oblivious continuity
enclosing all
cruel nor kind

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life
this waterfall

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suffering on cloudy peaks
the cold air of joy

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a white lotus on the lake
time unfolds

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