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I live. The sea is calm; the sky is gray.
The stars and moon by night, the sun by day.
I understand some parts of what I see -
What madness drives the world to be this way?
It piqued my wonder - I, the musing cat
Saw lights within the mist from where I sat
What question haunts the placid symmetry?
Accursed fog! I know not even that!
Will ignorance and wonder never cease?
I pace the halls by night for want of peace.
By day, the mind distracted, never free;
Almost - almost! - I hunger for release.
I beat against the curtains like a fool
Whose master is both generous and cruel
Meanwhile, and unconcerned by such as me
The rain falls swift and softly in the pool.
The stars and moon by night, the sun by day.
I understand some parts of what I see -
What madness drives the world to be this way?
It piqued my wonder - I, the musing cat
Saw lights within the mist from where I sat
What question haunts the placid symmetry?
Accursed fog! I know not even that!
Will ignorance and wonder never cease?
I pace the halls by night for want of peace.
By day, the mind distracted, never free;
Almost - almost! - I hunger for release.
I beat against the curtains like a fool
Whose master is both generous and cruel
Meanwhile, and unconcerned by such as me
The rain falls swift and softly in the pool.
Literature
Tractatus
perhaps it's illogical
the way i count your eyelashes
when you sleep
i had gotten so high one night
that i swore i climbed them
like ladders leading towards
the place where you held thoughts
that you kept secreted away
i saw the first moment you knew
that i would break your heart
and it was okay that my name
echoed in your head when i mis-stepped
and caused a grimace and then a smile
were you an infant it would have been
attributed to some sort of gas
i found out that you loved the way
i could not commit to a thing
especially you.
Literature
With Every Step
I dream of laughing with you,
Under the sun.
I walk a mile with a smile,
But then the rain comes.
I dream of peaceful nights,
Under the stars.
I make a plan to hold your hand,
But then I push you too far.
I need you now,
More than you know I do;
But I can't catch my breath while my head is spinning.
I keep climbing, scraping, scratching and crawling,
And with every step I feel like I'm falling.
I dream of breathing,
Under your smile.
I begin to make you grin,
But then I cry for a while.
I dream of sleeping,
Under your skin.
I keep praying to my brain,
But it won't let me let you in.
I need you now,
More than I say I do;
Literature
Uniforming.
Hope is in the guest bedroom unpacking. It takes years to unpack in the guest bedroom. Actually, it just never ends. The mismatched pairs of socks keep multiplying, and the bed never molds to your shape. It is a slab of ambiguity that ensures that no guest ever feels at home. There's a pink cardboard Kleenex box on the nightstand and ruffles around the bed frame. It looks like a carbon copy of a Pottery Barn sample guest room. Those are dying rooms, not living rooms.
Hope's brother died in the war, and they sent his armpits and toenails and nostrils back to the country in a box with a flag draped over it. He was just bits and pieces; he didn
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This is actually an older one that I wrote a year or two ago but lost when my hard drive died recently. All my old poems disappeared, but I was able to recover many of them from various other sources. This one, unfortunately, I couldn't find anywhere - however, I was able to reconstruct it pretty well from memory, as it's short and the phrases I used were distinctive (to me, anyway). If I messed up any of the words, hey, it was my poem to begin with - we'll call it a "revision." :-D
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