The moon hangs cockeyed and nebulous
between two supervisory clouds.
Her pale, obsessive light moans and is lost
to the wind’s pervasive howl.
I watch for her in the day time,
my lost lover,
my mercurial muse. She is always
beyond my grasp.
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The stars are love letters ripped-open with longing.
Dead or otherwise unanswered.
They are proof of the uneven passage of time.
I must be immortal for in searching my memories
I find evidence of my life again and again and again.
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My nerves shake
and rub together in front of an indeterminate fire.
My dreams are too spread out,
none neighbor to the other,
I must traverse great distances
and vast continents
in my quest for unification.
One day I will be a person
who can stand up and fall down accordingly.
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I am uncomfortable in my claims.
Beware of the man who knows too much
for he admires nothing but the fingers of his own hand.
I am just as uncomfortable with the notion of certainty
as I am with the notion of uncertainty.
One defines the walls of your prison,
the other rips off the ceiling and beckons you
into the unknown and ever-changing sky.
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A bit of writer’s block today.
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