i feel too awake
a whiff of human pollen
your eyes look different
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i feel too awake
a whiff of human pollen
your eyes look different
The earth likes the sun
but she may be a little
biased. And by “likes” –
mystery of myst
ery of mystery of
mystery of myst
held captivated
by ideas at pennies
per word, with interest
Ladies get in free
Because they’re the place to be
At city’s center
make your way toward
the center of the cyclone
it’s easier there
Just like his hands (those
of the blind sculptor) her voice
smoothed over each sin
.
Lost at sea, Captain
Dante tries an old, true trick:
Wait on Bird’s Return
.
“The blind at sunset”,
she told me, “we are this blind
while God is above”
subdued by the pot
you brought we’re sinking in deep
limbal pools, gasping
you are near to me
when you’re here and you’re away
a perfect haunting
a small grandfather,
a patient pendulum on
the wooden porch swing