simonhlilly

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SELF ISH

Peeping at the hidden.
Hide and seek
(with mirrors).

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MEDIUM

Ghosts whispering
The punchlines:
Threads
To keep bodies
So sewn together,
Not thown apart
By squalls of inspiration.

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WHISPERED

A dilating centre
Uncertain
Of coordinates.
Infinitessimal
Microtones
Tumbling towards
Silence.

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IGNITED

Too much heat,
too much fire,
these humans have,
always burning, burning,
eating, moving, consuming.
Never resting,
always agitiated,
causing friction, rubbing, rubbing.
Their souls long for water,
rest and floating,
cooling, cooling,
thirsts quenched,
tidal breath….

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GESTURE STROKE

Splash smudges
with heart,
layers of is and not,
traced, life bullets,
ricochet laughter,
breath, whisper,
a record of tears,
ripples, line, ashes, dust….

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TAO ASTROPHYSICS

Almost perfect,
Keeps things
spinning.

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SPUN OUT

You, cocoon,
melting memory,
ready for wings,
silk breath.

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CRITIQUE

It is a moth with lovely flutterings,
hypnotised, enamoured,
thinking its death a mirror,
a winged dance of flame.
The shadow of iridescence,
a shadow of dust.
It tastes like earth, bitter and sweet.
It has taken up a song
and is consumed therein.
For this,
do we praise,
or blame?

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MY DELIGHT, AN AMBIENCE

A
Landscape of words,
distant passion,
play of light,
a flurry of thought,
a cloud passing…..

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