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771: the world asks to be seen

It all started with you one word one cry my life never again what I imagined not a moment to spare as I keep on this spinning whirl a dervish for my own creation for my own loosed tongue for my own sprung traps

770: the world asks to be seen

the accumulation behind my back lives not just days lined up like sentry at a wake shaking hands with the wizened skirts received along this vantaged line no remorse held in the basket of wilting lilies shuttered away even the cobwebs no longer cling to its dry stems...

769: the world asks to be seen

I can never begin to imagine getting to the bottom of things just as I think the final scrim has lifted a question arises like a bud in spring soil teased to the surface testing the tension between sight and depth shifting as it does recalibrated as a fresh film a...

768: the world asks to be seen

it is difficult to describe how it feels or what I sense when I can see that I exist it is a broad horizon or maybe a deep expanse or just a sweet small room all at once everything it means nothing to me now that was yesterday but still yet at the center of my self a...

767: the world asks to be seen

I am like Pessoa the sort of person always on the fringe of what one belongs to seeing not only the multitude a part of but also the wide-open spaces around it a soul entirely impatient with itself bit by bit conquering the terrain color by color taking back what is...

766: the world asks to be seen

my self is my sieve for reality how else can I possibly reconcile the nerves touching the end of the pathway stretched out taught this direction to go this figment of fixity this fluidity of matter this illusion of world this color called green

765: the world asks to be seen

I leave the door just ajar late spring chill feels warm after months of deep dark freeze this too then the soul how do I trust the crack in the doorway a final return life arrives

764: the world asks to be seen

The sun a memory at eight urrendered collapse to sheets before the clock could even contemplate the closing of the shops and empty streets now the chime—a solitary stroke— a cold metallic one against the wall I am the only consciousness awoke standing where the...

763: the world asks to be seen

this blue hour time alone belongs to me free from the petty noisomeness of daylight the homelessness of this deep hour creates me while I take up my pin and board walking the bridge gapping the start of day the silence here touches infinity I can breathe in this...

762: the world asks to be seen

To cease to be the ebb and flow of a vast sea an irrelevent waking no one the wiser what is missed only I am aware what is held may be the undoing who are we to gauge the night sky the evening dawn the morning blister as the truth I know better when the chime only I...

761: the world asks to be seen

I don’t expect to there’s nothing on my mind to keep me this weight easier to bear than say the fence post pulled loose from the thawn ground speaking of ages gone by no weary effort meant to be at this place each step intented intentioned as it is a biography elegiac...

760: the world asks to be seen

I have a reverence for insomnia a beckoning ring to the solitary a somnambulant cry the soul left to one's devices told it was the right when all along left handed there is no dawn and still I call it daylight this sleeplessness adds a darkness to the edge of town...

759: the world asks to be seen

I'm flying just as fast as I can youth caged in the bones of my skull a memory no sign for a future nor dependent on which to count the final days security left to the tides a rhyme not spoken of by elders the aged no more confirmed than the young each step taken one...

758: the world asks to be seen

I'm going to life's bed wide awake unaccompanied and without peace in the ebb and flow of my confused unconsciousness two tides in the black night like destinies desolation met in four souls set to adrift their way the ocean's depth has no fathom the sky's end no...

757: the world asks to be seen

how to unself into who you really are where is your color boy does anyone ever tell you that you say a friend confirms it the rigidity remains calling it stable doesn't make it so long ago you looked up and the shine in your blues left a hole unfillable but time goes...

756: the world asks to be seen

oh here it goes I'm so tired it's so tired this being alone were I to lean in I suppose but then no there is no place to rest my soul in you I've found that you're the same forever in time so I stay we stubborn to hold to let go fall easily away nothing there to put...

755: the world asks to be seen

headgear and heartache across my mouth so long ago they said it was necessary but just now that make the smile go away jump the rope tie the bind on the other side simon says red rover come over the front slightly askew left to shake a fist a final weak retributive...

754: the world asks to be seen

love takes miles love takes you there may be too much blacktop between when we were and how we are to talk it back into a straight line a clear road

753: the world asks to be seen

If I could have called you baby I'd not want to talk you out of my mind there would be no will to plaster the wall and buckle the door I would go on to call you baby not knowing I'd forgotten a part that wanted a piece of the pie

752: the world asks to be seen

you don't understand so I'll just sit here and sign songs to you behind my best efforts the will to remain escapes me even as there is nothing I leave singing the signing hoping you'll know this has been a long road this has been the best choice this has been and now...

751: the world asks to be seen

they said I must as if it were a given a way that was the only way and I believed and got ill long days of confusing pain hours of questionable life my own mind hijacked to a way that was not a way only to learn and turn listen to the lessons of the body my son it...

750: the world asks to be seen

emotion wants to rant shake a fist and stomp the ground better self says this too and this too and this too I am here

749: the world asks to be seen

my entire life long trajectory of minutes stacked tall days of wonder remorse this line of flesh born tight to the bone of this earth every bit of it an art every moment of it creation

748: the world asks to be seen

I don't much know even what I know perhaps this is reality past half way perhaps this is truth as the calendar keeps turning perhaps this is where I have always been meant to be

747: the world asks to be seen

one bowl one mug one foot upon the soft brown soil one handprint left within the shallow rain made scrim of water nourishing this one small spout

746: the world asks to be seen

and the crow flies and the frog chirps and the dog runs the snow lays upon the frozen earth the branches bow to the light there flickering through their crystal-ed hands

745: the world asks to be seen

newsreels deliver destruction catastrophe and it is there the suffering and the loss I do not turn my face away but also we see only as far as our sight line for reason the crystal bedecked branches twinkling in the street light morning's awakening

744: the world asks to be seen

the tarp covers the car billowing the scooter motors by puttering the bird rises from the wire flitting the dog lies in the soft earthen umber delighting I watch and see it all enthralled

743: the world asks to be seen

I used an ax chopped right through the head of it down to the guts large chunks and small bits flew away across the landscape ah winter you have a grip on us should I listen stay inside and let the ice hold me safe within these walls

742: the world asks to be seen

I enjoy seeing life this way nature the world quite alright in the rotation it keeps much different and without thank you a helping hand from the today-people we are I am messing it up by thinking we know something they don't