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Stargazing

To be lost and to have lost Such a slight difference in semantics Spans experiential orders of magnitude To seek or to find Lost in a sea of strangers Small cities pulsing to these rhythms To relate those tones Sounds … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Biographies about Salinger, Beethoven

Striving for greatness, or an inner peace; Dreams of creation versus an actuality of their destruction? Nature carved to fit the shape of minds, the form of transience–– raw intangibility etched into granite, like a perversion of entropy: endless impermanence. … Continue reading

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A Journey in Progress

1. Across classrooms and countries, through careers and over continents, along siesta beaches, winter swamps, oily shores and fluorescent grocery aisles; Through the streets of unlearned cities, over and over and over bridges to the sun, whether to fantasies in … Continue reading

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Less Unfinished

Idly dancing shapes, like castles of shadows, the mathematical derision creeping–– Early angled winter evening light through gates interred like waves of particles drifting to impossible locations. Interaction undetectable without perturbation; Crisscrossing lines to disturb elation fluctuating in time despite … Continue reading

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Unfinished

Idly dancing shapes like castles of shadows The mathematical derision creeping Early angled winter evening light Through gates interred like waves of Particles drifting to impossible locations Interaction undetectable without perturbation Crisscrossing lines to disturb elation Fluctuating in time despite … Continue reading

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Premier autoportrait

Shattering glass as a career choice no matter how much sex you get isn’t satisfying “Backfire” is the most perfect word I ever heard in my whole stupid short life It’s a frequent matter of debate if a fall or … Continue reading

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Random notes

Here are some excerpts from my “Nonrealized Poetical Stuff” file: I like you. I like thinking about you, and dreaming about you, and trying to remember how you smell. I think you’re stunning, and gorgeous, and sexy in every way. … Continue reading

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