the first thing to see \ is the moon

the first thing to see
is the moon
as obvious as you

then two stars
racing along side
fields of darkest blue

we look up
searching for clues
of what happens here

but we're from the sky
and we are from here too
all the same



^

the result of sleep \ is sometimes being tired

the result of sleep
is sometimes being tired
not knowing when i sleep

every insomniac dreams
when they are sure they are awake


&

i know less and less/ and the birds know all about air

i know less and less
the birds know all about air
so the birds never knew anything
they never thought they had to remember
anything


@

mr jump drives his car like a bird

mr jump drives his car like a bird
through the sky and to a branch to sway

eagles and sparrows sit in back
turning on heated seats as they listen to the radio

raw burgers and seeds for SNACKS

people passing by on the frozen lake
hear much twittering and chirping


***

Medicine Lake
2019

she's in the oven
like a pine cone
ready to explode




8

we do not start out in life to prove death
but in the end you will

so hold onto innocence
your delirious start

conserve the heart willing
to keep finding

view that sees treasure everywhere
wherever you look

bliss beyond all ends discovered
from this



888

can you imagine a world without certainty?

certainty can




***

It is earlier than I see,
My denied faith torments me:
Pens, papers, and even rent --
All the freedoms I've been sent.


@@

we are out there out of our minds

we are out there out of our minds
every far isolated place with no hope of rescue
a cunning hideout with no excuses



**

if you give me anything i will ruin it/ i cannot help myself

if you give me anything i will ruin it
i cannot help myself

even listening to music
i like to hear false notes

you are like this too
there are no lectures to be endured

everyone is creating disorder
it is called being alive

mishearing called
having opinions

*

i cannot have anything
nothing had me

when i see this i know
how beautiful everything is

my hands cannot be filled
nor anything stolen

we are passing along
like birds in an unending sky

any direction we flit
there is sky


***



for Jñana

a spoon and book/ book very old

a spoon and book
book very old
yellowed pages with dark ink
speckled with some foxing
a translation of the constitution of solon

winter day
steaming mug wafting
heat and moisture up up stirred
by a spoon and keeping the book
translation of solon in an impeccable state

irreplaceable this
spoon old book and bright day
increasing age over everything laid
but the essence just temporarily staid
translation demanded by the freedom sent


***

in dreams/ faces and wishes

in dreams
faces and wishes
washed reshod remade
reloaded for courage
for outrage or even bliss

so you may awaken
middle of the night
see yourself think
oh where and what is this
a person: me



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1/3/19