ART & POETRY - ACCUMULATIONS
THE 2002 ACCUMULATIONS
The cast of the light, the creep of the sunshine
across my bed, waking into blue light,
Clear thinking, clear conscience, clear skin
without the pimples of time and
What role do you play, smooth-headed,
Hide behind the shadow of the lace of the leaf,
tend your vulnerable soul,
"The plays the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience..."
The flowering quince was more reddish than
this year. The days colder, but the winter milder.
Perception or precipitation.
live in a time of mild spring, where the headlights
come undulating from the city like
The sky is grey and veils not only my soul
but the mountain,
Where in the soul's depths do you sit?
How do you know it's you?
you move, will you hurt? or cry? Like
the koi who move in the depths,
and white, orange and red, admired, rare,
until a USDA program makes them
Most flowers are edible and delicious.
Eat them, enjoy, live on
Chew the winter flowers, there may be
no spring. Rarely does nature listen
Preferring Saraswati's veena, Shiva's drum,
the endless rhythm, the repeated
No accounting for tastes, sister of music,
brother of dance.
like the neutrino, which may have a spin
after all, helps to account for the missing
Twenty years ago she looked like that
I look like this
Join the walls and voids, that which is below,
beyond even the below, the
The winds blow on the earth. They have
nothing to do with its spin.
we each spin at our own speed, break wind,
break dark matter. We absorb
Knowledge trickles through the veins between
minute windows of nothingness,
a skeleton -- sorrow, joy, desperation goes
into thin air, rides the iridescent
O self-created image of the world, visit me
enlighten me, shine on my
head, enter my dendrites, my synapses, jump
the gaps of nothingness
I have spent my time on earth.
The black clouds drift and dip like chocolate.
I have spent my life on
Every closed window can be seen fading
in the black of
Every closed window, each beaten leaf
battered to lace
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