Essential Drive – a poem

Essential desire blazed and distilled,

Crystals kept and fired for dreams held

Within our secret hearts, hidden from all,

Nevermind the world, as fires form inside

Those globes, floating atop steaming hot

Seas.

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We wonder thereat in our dark fastnesses

Of the foaming worlds which abound away

Beneath what our eyes may penetrate,

Realms parallel to our own, yet smeared

By the intersections of temporal ineffability;

Insouciant.

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Storm Pupil – a poem

Among the living kaleidoscope of pain exists

Semblance of serenity, somehow, oasis

Such as the painfree mayst rarely guess at

To be present, calm amidst screaming nerves;

Centered in the storm’s whirling pupil, iris shot.

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In the Middle Met – a poem

In tribulations of misunderstood times lie drying

The intentions of sorry souls, confused for meaning

Inferred though not always felt, a split across

Bridges held either side, the middle swaying

At the behest of a wind howling wild and free

Through the sere planks, whistling as either side

Stand strong, gazes meeting in the middle; flash.

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Clockwatchers All – a poem

Time lies in containers separate and yet connected,

Entangled across the various distances and worlds

Which lie beside and apart astral planes on terms

Lengthy as the stars turning on their axes, orbits

Ocular, wobbling ever so slightly, time flying onward

As we stare out and wonder to the stars, anonymous

Threads in the grand tapestry of whirling night.

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