OPEN
Beyond doing,
beyond not doing,
beyond beginning again
and remembering.
Disbelieving nothing,
the old man,
walking
through walls.
—
WITHIN WITHOUT
Neither is it the wind
Nor the tree
That howls
In this storm:
In the convolution of the ear,
In the eye’s tear,
In the blood’s roar,
It finds a home.
Emptiness
Finding and losing
Edges.
Bitter beauty,
Is beauty
Nonetheless.
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KEEN
Slaked,
tongue cup still tastes,
somewhere,
sharp sorrow,
pulse.
—
DEFINE
Clarity: not a knowing,
not a thing,
not graspable,
never owned.
It is a landscape, high,
with a wind from the mountains,
a forgetting of,
a removal of frames and views,
cold on the tip of the tongue….
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RESOUND
When we hear a phrase of the tune we have always danced to,
we remember and forget,
become more and less ourselves.
That’s it, that’s it.
Struck dumb by namelessness,
bright eyed,
melting.
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simonhlilly 