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Some things are too immensely and intensely true

To interrupt the mechanisms of mundanity, of necessity.

In the sound of the dishwasher, I hear the clanging of a railroad crossing bell

And I reluctantly go to sleep – already, again.

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Creative Writing Poetry

Solace

Half the earth at a time forgets the sun doesn’t sleep,

But moon gazers and planet watchers know it hasn’t stopped

Scattering beams in every direction, expelling flares,

Hooks of flame glaring into cold nothingness.

There, there is no night – endless cycle of dark spots – it is all the same, hurtling through space,

Anchor in a whirlpool of stars.

Glancing past Mercury, Venus, it reflects off

blue and green

and smiles.

No body can boast a life like mine.

Over its coldness

A kiss

Aurora borealis

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Poetry Thoughts and Entries

What is a drawing, other than the end of a line?

Draw me out, with brittle charcoal and whittled pencil

Onto whatever surface you can find.

After all, don’t I look better on paper

Than under those merciless rays that overwhelm the outdoors?

Where the external is viewed in however many angles,

And the reflected light is equal parts piercing and protective?

Here, my veins aren’t visible; you don’t see a single pimple or stray strand

Or even what the outline of my face looks like.

Here, in a line or two, the internal is traced, a strand of genotype that was never expressed.

Right, left, right, left, right, and then left again;

Though a dimension is lacking, it is almost easier to get lost.

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Open plans

Sanity, that necessity that feels like a lie,

Its neat suit and tie all pressed and crisp

Like some plaster wall in a new kitchen.

It’s no good…! I like open plans,

And this solidity stifles and muffles me.

Obliterate the barrier, and take life back

From cold schedule and confused focus.

But now that the concrete disintegrates,

The abstract has no form to inhabit and dies with it.

Spirit sinks restlessly and without solace

And even if the truth stands before me, it can no longer be grasped.