i do not remember anything properly

i do not remember anything properly
because i viewed the whole world and every person
as magical

so i have a pageant in my mind 

life like a float in a parade full of amazing beings 

astounding scenery

my seeing started out as totally sane

then later i was forced to affect it with a bit of courage

but later it became as real 

there is something holy in persistence

especially with delightful aims to disarm and brighten

every dark corner

possibly god or whomever 

smiles here because i will do the good work no matter what

they may brush me with a fingertip

or handsome is as handsome does

and those who devotedly love for love's sake take on an aspect

from the glory of their own heart

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angels stung / demons promoted

angels stung
demons promoted
finding out 
their next assignment
is to be angels

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help me

help me
i'm falling
through lists
crème cheese
cat food
salad
onions
soup

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wander the furrowed fields of words

wander the furrowed field of words

the farmer is the mind going along

through memories or recollections

all of them invented in one way or the other

then bound to the exertion of the task 

just like bull bound to the yoke and metal blade 

dreaming thoughts and earth both ripped and flipped

showing the other side then following 

of a filling and then gathering then burning 

the ground will be gone over again

trodden torn open then planted anew

real and imagined seasons overhead underneath

quickening phases of life and death 

more strain more images and imagining 

lines like furrows cut on the page 

and then a rest when the hands rest

sigh be still and take it in observe all around

like any tiller will do from time to time

see how it never changes from a point of view

but freedom is at here plowed or not

and the earth lays so serene uncut

if only we could be more like ponds

steams rivers lakes or the sky

so thinking goes 

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CM Evans

i dine with god and goddesses

i dine with gods and goddesses 
way above my paygrade

in my dreams

it is so absurd to see

they accept me 

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