Hands to Eyes

We were given hands,

that we might write.

We were gifted eyes,

that we might read.

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Casting Souls

Eyes glistening with water

shed for sorrow

Ears listening with patience

to ancient stones harrowed

from the ground.

An ease of laughter

summits the sound of

leverage...

As we cast these old souls

to break down old walls.

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Fingers Dance

My fingers dance

within this quiet dream.

We are confined,

yet still we sway.

I'm no foreigner in your mind;

We've both seen this place before.

An endless performance;

before an endless crowd.

But strangely enough,

I have never known your name...

And strangely further,

You will never know mine.

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Our Neon Eyes

Our neon eyes have laser precison. We

probe into the windows of our souls.

A flood of images, dreams and memories,

pours through our thoughts.

And here I thought I was Chaos.

And here you thought you were Order.

Speak and Spell

these alterations

in the voice of the

Judge of Change.

The body is covered in dunes.

An oasis is beyond our hope.

Material Wealth is what we are made of.

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We are Made to Understand

The unexpected words shear the wool from your placid eyes. Taking in the reality so suddenly; it shows in your disbelieving blinks. A burning baptism of the heart leads you to see the person I am hiding within me. My cold vision is not one of indifference, but of the cutting away of futures not meant to be.

I can taste the smell of blood in the air; going back to that moment; the equilibrium of time. And, through a mind meant for sacrifice from the beginning, we see the endless expanse of creation at our fingertips.

Against all the odds, we are made to understand.

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We Wade

We wade through the black water,

our shoes lost

somewhere

before the moment

that is now.

You seek to understand the past.

I seek to control my future.

Shooting stars couple in flight,

illuminating the faces of ancient deity,

I fill my canteen with the words of the

fulsome soothsayer.

Now pay you heed,

and I will plant the seed.

Water

with

our

w

o

r

l

d

.

Chiasma

My eyes, as they were cups of wine,

laced with deadly poison. My teeth

and tongue, waiting for the approval

of your kiss, begin to supplement

the need with the ends of writing

utensils. Graphite becomes a fine

aquired taste; blue ink an ambrosia

for the soul.

Let the guitar play its endless rift;

the strings vibrating over the

bottomless chasm; the tablature

indicating the chiasma, where the

musical treasure will be found.

my ears, eating the notes; wolfing

them down, tearing them to meaty

shreds with voracious hunger.

I hear the sound of four.

I smell the odor of seven.

I see the message of eight.

I taste the blood of three.

Endless joy in agony.

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Green Eye

The Green Eye is upon me...

I can hear my final moments

...again...

I still don't know how it works.

Bang.

Just like that,

and I enter

the other side of the mirror.

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Melk

So consumed, you're Past the feeling

...Future

Right Now,

another moment please.

Churning the cream of literature,

Listening to the Heifers' lament.

A litany for the blotch-color-

raw-hided-and-seeked

Digest my name

by four.

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Flicker

Turning pages.

with a flicker

of the eyes.

Burning flavor,

quicker through

the ice.

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Scratch

Dividing, dividing, dividing...

in other worlds and words;

until sheaves become indivisible...

I

must

scratch

that itch behind my oculus

...feel the arc of the hook

giving me relief

from the pain of average thought.

Yet

do I speech You

as you are frequenting the River?

Cross this road

against its trafficking of persons

So we let the fires burn

in her hearth

as it pumps smoke up higher and higher.

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The Simplest Insanity

The simplest insanity,

entangled in vanity,

brings a salt of the senses;

enhancing all of reality.

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Fired

We fired our hair with gasoline...

the oozing crude with what we dyed

our lips closing over; pumped

between two tongues. Dandelions

and lollipops leaving behind their

stains on pants from dripping

drool. I cut the grass and divide

between it you and me; bees' armies

woolgathering ancient instinct like

pollen on legs. I eat my brush and

tailor my hair with honeycomb.

Let destiny for our combined dust

pile up in Hour-Glass jars... for

time runs out on the desert isle of

your singular eye.

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Close Enough

So far away

yet close enough to heal.

eyes blink rapidly

in abreaction.

Sight reversed,

tensions sealed,

matched with

an unforeseen zeal

for blood

to shed the skin

and let wings unfold

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Synthesism

Acidic Jazz Tao soda

menthol crystal

salt of Sion

a wave of cynicism

brains a' frying

bleed bleed

my tower to the moon

whose face I see in tragic sunlight

experiment on the eyes

ears

fingers

tongue

blue in blue

a smile in the nosiest of

people

synecdoche in trope

lavender sustenance

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Applecore

Healing begins with the tree

Knowledge comes from the source

or root of its programs

thus the writ opened before us

to expand memory in a manner

never before thought of

bytes of two

applecore

who's your friend?

Me-ta-physics

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Blue or Red

I carry blue halls

to the back of the...

room.

I have solaced shoes

burning brightly

in everything I

tread on.

I can hear the twisting

of the intoxicated

beyond graves

waiting to be feeled.

I'll show all my creed and cold

to spite my rage

that I cannot be said

waning one

warning two

Lock this song for a journey under

the thousands who starve their notes

as I quantify that yours is ice

and I Apollo'Gize I could not convince

foreign a word it is no freeze.

The spiel is broken in mute alone

is dust-in-knees

a fate of whomever

would have been they who won your love.

We believed so red a color.

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Gunk

digital membranes

tell moduli in my books

they being too long

or too short

compared to the flower

of a greenifed fan

honestly, and

spruntly

even if we see, from the

same right or left eye

It's been, was before,

now after... grandfather mercedes

begun no more.

won't ask what a teaspoon

a stir of

air

eyes see in mirrors of

universality &

tangential force... only

four as I can see,

check breathing,

chuck sea-thing

interpretation, recreation

pause pause mine mining

h'man

Jakopo be thy name.

-Dynaheir de Tringular

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