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She smoked fire

Like a troubled soul 

But less tired

She blew intrepid circles 

Around my eyes

And traced my navel 

To my cranium

As if she could click the tumblers

As if she could align the chord

The nerve of her audacity

Only followed by sort of success

That gives threat to the sword

And means to the spear

She hadn't even come near

Walking the line

I could play out a perfect forward line

In my head

An walk it like it were the very purpose of life

I see as much now

And it seems pretty close to the purpose of life 

There aren't a whole lot of similarities or anything worth noting 

Nothing out of the cliche

My eyes look on this wall

(That's how I see the line) 

Just the same as my eyes look out most days

The wall takes me over the land like the mountain's razor 

And the walking walks into leading 

And My weight is flying 

I keep my feet walking 

To remember which side of gravity I belong

But that reminds me I don't 

Actually belong much 

There's a sunlong stretch 

And the light falls into a maddening of colors 

It's pretty much the same as life

The day ends

Fresh squeeze

Squeeze me

On either side of my head

Press inwardly

The glands of these names

And the scents of these touching tips of things--each edge the blade of being

Through the closed throat 

Slit the sore at the node

And right on through the chest 

Flesh out the roads of my stories

Vining their way to my extremities

Now let these capillaries burst with the events in their knowns

Bleed the through the susceptible  

Functions 

These fucking manners and makers

These blobby bits clinging to the biles, bloods and antibodies

Bleed them through

And the skin of my sights 

Won't mean much the same by now

So let them peel away

Let as much as possible leave that way

To pool over 

Into the soup of our creation

Once more

Earthenwares

Here the clay lives in the cups and the bowls, and the plant's pot

Like it found itself there and formed a community

She waves here and there to brush off excesses on her sight 

Lights on a now lighting piece of plaster adorned in blue and white

The surfaces of the earthenware shimmer and wake

To ready for its day

As the one thing it is

Buttony shirts and the outskirts

Take with you yourself

And your comically formal clothing

Take with you yourself

To the mouth of the cave

And feel the sky 

Rasping by the entrance

And filling us 

With a memory of water

As it has fallen

Though you didn't know it

Take your arms

Buttoned at the wrists

As if you feared they would fly away

Have your arm its own meaning

And follow where it points

Questing on

Took the trip

Asked questions

Fought dragons

Asked questions

Dealt the blow

Asked questions

Spurned the tensions

Asked questions

Prayed for even more questions

Walking

I will not have walking without 

Already being Home 

and Home again

Why don't you walk with me

That's halfway at least

Horizon

Hush

There is time yet

To throw in and over again

Tell me how we did it

No don't

Please. I'm flying 

Tell me some other time

When we're drowning

No don't 

Please. I'm trying 

To set myself off

To set off an aloft

To offset the soft 

And off myself 

I ought to be the horizon

A final straight ending 

Neverending

Social posture

I would bow 

But I'm sure the service doesn't translate

Perhaps I will anyway

Because damned be a moment of time 

Positioned context 

 

The stars do not stop coming out

Just Because their names are forgotten

Because time takes time

What would you have me do?

You plucked these chords knowingly

You tuned these fires flowingly 

And now you'd like the beating to stop?

The child emerging in our souls

To stop?

Listen please

I have nothing 

Nothing in this place

Where do you think old hymns come from?

And where do you think they go?

They cannot be burned

They cannot be swallowed

You cannot still this resonation

You Cannot still a know

In place

I hold my breath 

And the attractions?

And the hindrances?

I shunt the motion 

I pull myself back into my mouth

All of it

To incubate

Though eyes may drink and never quench