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the alarm reminds;
rise and shine! — you’re late again!!
my fast continues…

Someone has unpacked this bed improperly. Do you think they’ll notice?

The grass has been disturbed. It points this way.

There.

I Dream In Blue Metallic.

I stir. You enter.

Pulling back the covers swiftly, peeling back flesh and reaching in,

you laugh and look me in the eye.

your eyes are blue metallic.

you whisper; “This is good, and if you want it continue, you must practice.”

you told me I would.

“I” dreaming in blue metallic…

the squirrel told me so;
“you mustn’t lose your nuts-
the crow told me so.”

Away from their profundity of surface

The bees are buzzing,

Reshaping magnified, each risen flake

From point to point of meaning—open? closed?

—to try that, to hold a terrifying beast

He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;

and preening, dancing on the basepaths,

Among us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,

The surge of swirling wind defines

Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,

Cuts out of its width Unfair

Thinking of your abiding spirit brings

Against this sky no longer of our world.

References, Shadows keep piling up as surfaces

I draw near to one of them, the lowest,

Green lilac buds appear that won’t survive

From which, thanks to symmetry,

Along the walls are only empty niches

dotted and crossed
carry your self sustained;
return home again

love is my master
pulling me this way and that;
puppet on a string

chocolate and wine
a cornerstone of the ranch;
blessed unwinding

i’ll be your cowboy
and you can be my cowgirl;
at home on the range

nothing comes to mind -
to high.coup or not high.coup?
that is the question…

my cherry tree blooms -
nevermind that old groundhog,
spring is here early!

raindrops on glasses,
dodging potholes, dogs, and cars;
my morning commute

your love completes me,
as fire depends on its source;
interdependent

the dream of one man;
a million men set marching,
illuminating

shhh-shhh, shh-shh, pop;
right before the music starts
can you feel the groove?