a particle of You
reaches at and taps me,
gently,
on the tip of
a nose
too uncared for
to know
it’s been
touched,
except
the rays of You still linger
’til these cheeks grow blushed
in reply of You
Posts published in “Year: 2006”
this whole has drifted,
been knocked by the dock-less boats
and left to wander
to borrow
the waterways
while
others
others
others
find
ways to
divert me
though i
i can’t tell them
to ‘llow me be
there is a world behind your eyes,
the darkest place you only know
when the lights are out and you,
you are falling asleep/falling for
the only goal you know is worth the blood in vein
there is a world beneath your nerve,
in calm of inner-you/your sea, on varied wave
brought close for sail of moment, far, in wade
of tide, your finnecky friend never quite there/
never quite here.
Who will you be
when you are no more?
is life a set of moments,
believed to be the personal,
the personality,
the culture of you,
your world;
is life a set of moments,
believed not to be this,
personal, this, personality,
this world,
but, rather,
so inside
as to be all without
while in
while
You
while
All,
the Expanse,
the
calm,
the
nothing
and
everything
of You & All.
the hurry-walking crowds in rush of wind,
Moon’s child,
Earth’s relative,
gravity.
because later you’ll know
she was always
somewhere
eyes wild
as though
you nev’
seen the
world ‘fo’
but i
know this
sight, bright,
blinds me
from know’le’ge–
sense of
life, the
er’rant
en’ergy
s’rrounding
us, what
is
Life,
lived,
a
living
history
of only-known
mem’ries
what is this force,
this
gravity,
this
energy/
friction/
pulse:sustained/
journey/
revolutions,
grinding,
`moothed by
repetition/chance
of familiarity,
a
reoccurance for
a lack of knowing
anything/everything
else.
as this sun hides from eyes,
i ‘vision ‘fore spot brights again
to shine, to show
where light fars from.
have you tried to grab
to hold
to
prop yourself
on
distance?
distance,
the
but not the…
could
distance be
a
matter of the mind
a
tool by which to measure
a
gift of patience
is distance
merely vacancy in want of fill?
or is distance
fill in want
of vacancy?
to
have sight of she is pulls
feel there me
know somewhere toward
her