spiritual

Sky pilot

Lay prone in the hammock of home. No drink, no smoke, no drug. Let the blue loom of the sky seep its dye, so sterile, so dope. Great is its storied fresco. Rest easy that it waits for you.

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Dust bunnies

Taken-the combings of years,of minutes and seconds.Sift and sieve,this sultry eve.What’s fallen,plasmic,into dream hands,begs of wonder,of worship,and tastesof regret and forgiveness.

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Spirits

I’m seeing more somethingsin the sighing airDistances to dramas,beatific in their flash,are shortened.Though I once feared the fear,lungs of sponge breathe it in,baptizing its fire,and I am well.I am well.

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The road is long

In fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and out of school unlearned in errantry and suffered doubt and went without a thought of parentry The road is long I sing a song in […]

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A hand taken

Trickle-down drops and slowed lightning speak to me of pathways. Oh, I know that practice makes perfect. Must I learn, once again, what was glossed over too quickly? Numbers and Deuteronomy taught me that details are not bedeviled. Now, I pay attention without training wheels.

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A moment more

I want to hear a snatch of all the songs ever sung. The gong of all the bells ever rung. I want to see, smell, taste the flowing rains that have spattered on the canvas tops of wagons and the oaken decks of rolling ships. Please give me but a while longer before we lay […]

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