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CONVERSATIONS with invisible friends 7

RIGHT WRITE EXPLORE IMPLORE

Defining our sense of edge:
where we withdraw, pull back.
Where we push through, straining to feel more.
Explorers, pioneers,
saboteurs, idiots, meddlars.
Subversive, perhaps,
because it is or is not art,
is or is not significant.
Itself. Ourself.
The interior of the earth.
Ignited cognition.
Will-o-the-wisp, ignis fatuus,
holy spirit, holy fart.
Tat tvam asi.

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KINDLING

Mind is saturation soup,
one seed crystal: emergent song.
Forked paths tuning.
Tallis motets up spiralling chimneys.
Drowning out, diving down,
profanity, cacophany, epiphany.
But, but, but,
to do it all unplugged….!

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FICTIONS

Camouflaged as no-nonsense,
the words pile up,
identified,catalogued, measured.
You look behind, simply to check the heap,
to review.
There is a horrible vacuity.
There is a revealing.
There is a snigger.
There is a challenge.
A virus, innocent,
infecting imagination.
Something placed that cannot now be removed.
Fiction?
A word that the deluded only employ.
Chased lines decorating mind, clothing real and unreal, weighing souls with feathers…..
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MINDLIBRARY

Admiral Psyche and the Wave Harvesters

His Admirable Psyche, Shades of Hades

The Admirable Admiral and His Frayed Hausers

The Fleet of Whales and The Ship of Fools

Kit and Kaboodle Cross the Equator

A Compass Never Lies

The Shaman’s Electric Fire

Return of thr Comedy Kraken

Shades of Misspent Chemicals

The Forked Tongue of Sunlight

Newton’s Little Secret

One Prism Too Far

An Elegance of Frozen Photons

That Insistent Voice.

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REED

I, standing, upright,
Swaying
against a gale
Of word,
Buffeted- the squalls
Of intent,
The flay
Of image on
Image,
Somehow comforted,
Disconcerted,
Peeled open,
Warmed
By the existence
Of another’s breath.

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BLOOM

Your mind:
A city of flowers,
Drifting petals.

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EMBODIED LANDS

Bone remembered
Percussion,
Rock,mud, mulch.
Lung filled skies
Cloud shade
Blood song.
Step by…
Step by…
Winged,
Adopted, mapped,
Tasted.

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FEATHER TOUCH

Barb and barbel,
soft down
these weighed words,
noted, masked,
a slow cooled river,
our estuary minds.

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