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With righteous red envy

He raises his eyes

Can we get further than faith?

After all

You left your sons to perfect creation

To walk on snakes

The spring and origin, the woe of man

They’ll remain a shell of exogamy

Requiring death of the moon

A cannibalism of harvest bodies

Sorrow wells up in dirt

Water turns to winter

Mouths of misrepresentation

The knights perish

Tried in fear and trembling

Cover their left-handed nods

Their lyrical stars dialect

Spun by tales of futility

Refuse to rob the wake

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The poets lie

With marigolds and wild grasses

Drunk in their Dionysian contempt for day break

They’ve abandoned their fervor

For lamenting threats of absent love

Where broken mouths cry amen

A justice tempered by mercy

Writing letters only for ghosts

Atonement for the debt of beauty

Tossed in to the occidental seas

What is owed glory

But a meadow made for morrow

Which too may beg your borrow

Building mountains

Even covered in snow we’ll throw

Stolen language

A silhouette grown tall and strong

What of the songs we’ve sung

But mercenaries to the setting sun

Does the earth deserve our charm

Silent speech onto cold bones

Draped sheets on sharp stones

Corporations of thieves which quarrel quick

A forgotten hand upon lip

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At first blush

Looking blindly upon

Silent garments

An unbearable memory

Spirit restored to sheath

The oaks’ omniscience

Wasp wing wander

Taken back to the sky

We’re invite in

To fertile lands which laugh in reigns

In dealings with dust

Hell bent

Bets of seduction

Nicely nested

Rousing’s of rubies

Wages stolen

When won

Swallow sweeter

Desire all the way down

I heard there’s an ocean

In his crown

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Their unknowable talking heads

Lie in their gleaming, musing moor

Remain masters only of mountains

Born of a purity exiled

Who passes judgement to streams

Slithering sounds seen

And exalted earthen alter made

Where the shattered suck on light

Skin replaced by scales

Dead, stoned, and opaque

Your familiarity is fading

In his singing walls

An unpromising, promised land

Where restless and weeping

Spiral eyes exclaim

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Sitting upon sinisters, wise

Battle lines like rows of gems, threaded

Their scope of collision, conditioned

Want of flowered sage, deeper wells

To give an eye for an ear

Coloring speech and echoing sight

Lastly laughing

At the impossibility of drawing a rose

Your self found in

Crystal casts

A luminous dwelling

Shining, slaughtered cities on a hill

But sitting with scorpions

False boats cross fear bearing streams

Diminished forms

Radial swarms

Remnants of a ship wreck death

The ground heaved with fraught

Fire and gravel which yoke the passing chariot

Movement checked by muse, vicious

God’s brigade only governed those plains

Some like it hot and sullen

Crisised bardo

The best seats in an eschaton

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Fools nudge

And fall into a world shaped box

Where middle edges, locked in step

Articulate the hell of two rivers, consummate

For our communal waters

Do not sweep fate equally

Instead gold hammered

Giant forests deep

Pulling tissues of breath

Twilight cyphers

The last of revelry

Bound by magic

Thankfully the sun mourns the night

So that we may reconcile our injustice

Frawns fan at your reach

Wetted yawn

Silk printed with ink

Deep hymns sing

Sunny yarrow babies

Asserting everything that exists

Our body of wisdom

Prodigals of religion

Ride an incorruptible diamond vehicle

And left handed Masters of bones

Writhe circles in dissent

Massacaring moments

At odds with a depth of standing

Their forms confused

A begging mind

Owes what to faltered eyes

I see you broke the days by counting

Strung upon death’s cause

We speak significantly rich

Mother seeds surrender

Principles peculiar

Malice and mischief

Cardinal with religion

Irised bardo props

Do you prefer the glimmering room in hell

New and under the sun

Golden ambrosial immortality

Or jade hung in the seas midst

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Before the fall

At the copper etched Gate

A holy, dirt shaped password

Mimicked the keys

Where you severed fingers to chance

Representatives to a far fragmented spirit

Concealed stolen souls

Breathe loose

Still hot with sacrifice

The slow, calamitous waters bear

Liberation, exiled from reduction

A reminder we fell from tangles

Eyelids beneath moonrock

To pitch, to burn

And wander into the scrub

Aim of the sky’s fire

Inlay the phosphorescent void

Under a band of dusty prophets

Dawn reclines

And our repose dissolves

Into tongues of fire

The laughing gods

Wed divine play of hands

Gaze thickens

For what are the first fruits of imagination

But professional secrets where

Time disowned our hours

An imperfect sympathy

Redeeming seeds

In a clumsy illumination

On the bodies of resurrection

Created for defeat

We carry our own death

East of Eros

Could our love sin

I’ll rest my heart

In your sun

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Sunrise no berries

Sunset no oranges

The old forests, heavy with silence

Their buds forgot you went home

Speaking hush

Flaunting wit to fend

Letters cannot refute on their own

But organize by attrition

Denial to awe and article

Born white of the world’s blood

Perpetuating dosing, dripping

Fretting sweat begged no less

But a chewy hum

That spills and sings

Give me tragedy as an excuse to fall

Only take what’s bound for destruction

I’ll eat the scrolls

Of labor anguished

And empty our vessels to sea

Wrought with cracks anyway

Make believe bends from breaks

How likely is it that virgins inspire rage

In bricks, the seems

The teaming of lost wings

Clay molded to rings

Stuck with wrought and friction

Vows still atone in the festival of trees

The heavens quaked in decision

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Seeders of dreams

Cursed to consume dust

In strokes with the dead

Time emits

And lights the facet we deemed truth

The book of judgement turns a page

With its list of realms and holy fruits and spirits

49 gates of misunderstanding

Atop purple mountains

That kick at the sky

A dowry of spiny ridges

Recollected as indefinable sharpness

Elected observer

Imprisoned by name

God can only search for himself

Perambulating voice

Desire drowned with the ability to see

But the waves continue to toss patience

An eternal chasing of carrots

Animatic our erratic angels

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Although I lay stones at your feet

I am not a tomb

But a distilled, honeyed weight

Resting on wings

Where things go for losing

My elementary pliable lies

Marooned drama threatened the blood

Which delineates truth

And the self ripples incandescently

Between wind battered nodes

If we are as gods

How could torment be avoided

But a weary death on a causal sea

The playground maelstrom collapses

Into a dust of spheres

The glue the sears the sticky relations

Only then will the Aions of our time present

Air of fixed stars

Which fire the mind

Tears the summit from it’s roots

The terror melts to war and

Halts only in site of sacred walls

The hiatus between vertiginous wells

Teeming spirals drip

Into sun flooded oceans of entropy

Limits deaths’ access

No illusory agency here

Contractual ink poked a novel code

Did you mean to sign up for these long limbed inquiries

Wood grained secrets

Why presume the barks holds proclamation when terrorized so

It’s guise bears the right to snap

And destroy every emblem of you

Symbol system makers already confused our map with relief

I’ll unwind the peel

If you’ll agree to gather the slack

To untangle the absurd

The stoned web dropped

Situated wallowing in instrumentation

Reaffirms our demise

Expectations of spirits in kaleidoscope tipped mirrors surely inherit the dissolution

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To yearn for seed

Rulers of blood in marigolds

Whether potted or sown

A reminder that once something existed in this place

While the degraded mysticism of stone

Grows impatient with the cosmos

And God is emptied of matter

The substance in symbol

A battle held in Earth’s immense alter

Provoking permissibility and unorganized for bias

The Kingdom come with us

Still covered in scales

That stick in the gallows remains the same crux of sacrifice

But what is saved - by what and for whom

When nothing is hidden

I’ll continue to carry your kiss

The golden deer trampled dust of lilacs

Settling amongst the people of flowers

Petals wilted at their reception

This ego won’t be granted the audience of schism and heresies

Grievances now only to be shared with ghosts

A crocus bed, abstracted pools of lovers

Use the same materials

To construct palaces, build tombs

Lessons of defeat in your baby teeth

As formal morality devours

Virtue is not attuned through innocence

This shining city of light can only be built atop ruins

When the boiling, blazing light be calmed

She’ll gather herself of the grasses onto the moon

Will the revolution spare their hearts

Or conquer their feet

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A jar of speech

The privilege to curse and be cursed

Nailed at the sky

An abstracted kiss, suffering grace

Who can undo the fool

But the seekers of the sun

Barefoot logic of sages

Their rebel mouths, alone of time

Hubris, high on progress

The ramparts of the world

Remain chained to a pillar

Refusing to ask forgiveness

So we’ll pick and poke and prod at the material

To uncover a bit of refuse, some resistance

Agent of a piece of Heaven, obligating awe

How do you mean to cast your reflection

When the pendulum has no mind to receive your magic

Cast out from a spattering of lightning

The fore edge stepped waterless pools holding rice

Tiny granules, valence undetermined

As they turn circles at the patterns laid

Falling out of orbit

No matter our natural tendance to oscillate, to shake

Windmill giants trick and transcend the senses

Their lyricism tips the suspension of boredom

Creating subjects fit for laughter

The radiance that dripped between lips

Pooled at the throat and gnawed from chest

Churning a chasm

If we deny the responsibility of God

The stars’ ego emerges into the desert

Memories destroyed with rationality debases the Prince of the Mind

Although stricken with arousal by absurdity

Artifice of make believe

Is this not an impulse of sincerity

Or the illustrated weariness of a mechanical god

Carried by a misremembered apologue  

We possess ourselves

And underneath the sword we shine brighter

The dandy castles with their big articulations

Reject the earth and it’s limitations

Centuries of pepper trees

Tearing garments

A city covered planet which eats itself

Emerald heart of throws and fits

Never fall for less than the only immortal note of Love

But know it’s worth more to me than that

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Under Heaven’s valance

Does the Dove’s downiness mimic a dusty, spectacular arrangement of leaves

And a Raven echo back the romantics’ display of absurdity

Petals wilted at repetition

A frenzied dual arises

Volatile stillness of neglect, wrought with potential

And do the ascetics refrain from a silence so piercing the anchor falters

Benevolence in the edible relationship with angels

Their wings, a vehicle of tiny gods

Tiny palms of hand

When their feet hit the earth, the seat of devouring giants

An equal and opposite response, obligatory in nature

Was not offered due time to coalesce

The rare game refuses association with fine feathers

Runs riot, dying to the imagination

Drowned in the hollow of a cinnamon rest

A dance until death

Musings which arise from your inside voice

Alenely buried

In an open field

Where enumerated by the sun, wild grasses beckon upwards

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The waters drew me in

With professional secrets

A mess of pounded stones gasped underwater

Anchoritic and irresistible

The arrow that destroys the universe

Will you take shelter when I cry

But these gems are not to be met with surrender

So I will sing upon your back

To play in paradise

Until my fingers are no longer beneath your back

Kisses quit your eyes

Your tongue leaves my sheets

Essences eluded by the windows spilling daylight

A heart held in contempt

Lent a second face to drape the spiritual landscape

A wind shook ache like magic

With our vision’s eponymous of love

The ornamental introduces moaning divergence

But a constellation of tension holds together the sun and moon

Just as the heavens yearn for the pit of abyss

Gnawed from hell

We can’t take people where we’ve never gone

Why did you come here if not to play with fire

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I offer you the blessing of strength

A strawberry brick at the base of my spine

I, princess of mountains

You, lord of stones

When you fell into your broken pot

Displacing the gravelly sinew

Traced ether

But swallowed by bound consumption instead

As if by lengths of steel

The moon

A bed I don’t have to make

You keep splashing in shallows

I’ll bathe in an acoustic river

There’s a person in those waters

And she’s divine

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He’s in over his head

12 tribes, 9 gems

Eyes pronounced for Self

Conquest of a blazing psyche

Cerement which shines

Without exhibition

My weapon, presence

Journey, discernment

Amongst heaven and others

A lost treasure

Yoking a cloud of virtue

Holds the currency of consciousness

An interval on the causal plane

Shrouded sacrifice, solely for rest and love  

Reign

Elevate in austerity

Illustrious relic

To ornament the wounds

Slacken the bondage and know thy channels

Relinquish mastery of the air

Otherwise those gods will never come to you

With invitations aloft

To 12 tribes, with 9 gems

Dissolved in the throat of wisdom

Soma arises from the action

Rewarded in

Impressions of fingerprints

Left on every stoop

As if there was ever egoic volition

In the eternal seat of

Pleasure and war

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Whispered awe

A pile of ash

Your crown of vines, heavy

Gravity forged in the fire of grief

Leaden as the sea

When you’ve had your fill

Of those sleepy corners

Search for one’s own dirt

Just above your tired lotus feet

Shoved below an openness of sky

Under the noose

Of a catatonic crash into the moon

I promise death before succession

Untie your hair, a hardened heart

Does the skin of the fruit remain fuzzy

Or has the pattern been peeled away

Let the cities return

Devout with forests, treated by sap

Barren of defilement

Refined by dust mixed with howl

Armor of the goddess in those rains

I only fear with the inability to touch

God, atop story of the edifice

Bubbling up from the lion’s pool of

Curiosity

A sharp sword

Precise but playful

The jest of false perceptions

Arrested by allegorical powers

To transform materiality

Should light not bounce from your eyes

Should an apple seed not turn to glass

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In the office of proclamation sits a red bird

Singing a song of a request

For isolation

Penance imposed by swerve

A disingenuous, disastrous return

Coming evicted

Wrought with vines and shivers and chills

Bumps which prelude illusion

For now I can distinguish between

That which is for me

And that which is of me

Of the labor I laid at the alter

An offering

Crystalline drippings

A mirror with a thousand broken shards

Each bisecting and prematurely altering the trajectory

A tragedy

That we cannot illicit immunity from the thorns

Rather than rush in, remain hung

The berth that held your rest

Obstacle in nature, punctuating

The offensively faded patina

Beingness which implies the biological

Interpretation of a spleen

But also ambiguity of a body

Built solemnly for sorrow

The obtuse denomlization appeared with

An unarticulated, misdirected cleansing

For what must those shells by scrubbed

Removing the muck from their mass

But violence, suspended

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You’ve lain down your lance

In hopes it makes you strong

But those sweet pleasures

Can tire the senses

The blind then leads the blind

Invisibility as substance

 Listless, persistent shards

The peace obtained upon unclenching

The jaws of rebirth

Desire – unborn, imperishable, eternal

To burn and reveal

The sulliness of shadows

Which defile the erotic

What when the King of Death

Is not home when you arrive

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A golden brilliance in broken bowls

Their beauty a garment of God

What does that matter for truth

Independence etched from disobedience

Yet an interpretation of those shadows

With eye ruined by salty wounds

Is bound to hopeless love

Phantoms demarcated by duty

The spray of the wind from the west

Captures as amulets rolled back

Down to the unspoilt land

Innocent rustics polish the residue of hard work

They glance at heaven with more ease

The man with the interrupting face

Agency lost to

A piece of Arcadian land

There I am with quiet pleasures

Associated from inhibition removed from

Memory

Through a sleeping mouth

A dark seed coughed

A pit that threatens to gaze back

Embellished by the serpent with an

Induced torrent to move

Ascension

Atop the quivering mosaic of grime

The perfection of death billows through

Sweet grasses