Thursday, November 17, 2016


“...I can't help thinking… that I was in a daze, I was losing my place…”

“...everything that's perfect- falls away.”

Grey earth, take me down easy
Rough score, perfect mate
Edges match, my hands mold
The unity in this tangible agreement:

Far greater than any
Dialogue of words.

Far greater than anything seen
Is anything- sown.

Seeds extracted
Planted in theory, chaos, and care
Philosophic slab
Became cream in hand

Flow, strong and significant
The bent elbow is generous
Meticulous in its giving
Outsourcing nothing, to get the job done.

Fertile against fallow
A time for everything
A time to understand
Comprehension is a gift.

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