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Literature Text
it goes without saying:
everything
the air that settles
on your chest
awaiting sound
the language of your local fruit
the swirl of rind
their glyphs and runes
like sun-bent cheeks
those
bulbous blots
in utero
and creatured time
that sleeps between us.
i needn't tell you anything
or speak my way inside of you
you've doctored in all my aspirations
your furious dreams' wild successions
no longer carry
my peculiar
cursive
because
i am written
on
everything
the air that settles
on your chest
awaiting sound
the language of your local fruit
the swirl of rind
their glyphs and runes
like sun-bent cheeks
those
bulbous blots
in utero
and creatured time
that sleeps between us.
i needn't tell you anything
or speak my way inside of you
you've doctored in all my aspirations
your furious dreams' wild successions
no longer carry
my peculiar
cursive
because
i am written
on
Literature
Be Not My Goddess
Let me never say
"I am nothing without you,"
for that would make me nothing altogether,
a hollow creature-
and such a thing can only be a parasite.
Let me never say
"I need you,"
for that is not love.
No man has ever loved opium or heroin,
he despises them even as he craves them.
So I would think of you.
Let me never with shaky countenance and weak bended knee
beg you for anything-
O, let me never grovel!
Let these lips never whisper
"I am not worthy,"
for in saying those words I would make them true.
Literature
Little song
There is a street named Mr. Street and on it is a bird
who sings all day and sings all night and never says a word.
There is a house named Mrs. House and in it is a man
who thinks all day and sleeps all night and seldom has a plan.
There is a moon named Miss Half Moon and in it is a face
that sees the street and sees the house and each thing in its place.
There is a hand whose name is Hand and in it emptiness
that will receive the days to be and asks if they will bless.
There is a world whose name is World and in it is the time,
the time to have and lose and have again, the human, human time.
Literature
Up above
Up Above
i.
Up above,
birds in the tree, in the rain,
in the night
ii.
Clouds moving
across a field
of moving clouds
iii.
Below the horizon,
the ocean moon
waves
iv.
With each gust,
the chatter of leaves:
passing time
v.
What about a cold night
makes these lines
so hard to finish?
vi.
Fitful leaves
moving
a March day
vii.
Tomcat sneaks
a glance at me
sparrows take flight
viii.
3:00 a.m.
my pen falls
awake
ix.
Between fence posts
the spider's web
still
x.
Watching puddles
of sparrows bathing
in evening sun
xi.
Encouraged by rain,
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I'm liking this and I want to come back to it after some musing, but will say your first line feels superfluous, to me. Though my comment arrives a bit late in the game! Superfluous itself?