Alphabet City

Everywhere
grey pavement
snakes unlined
unmarked 
darkness settles in 
cicada calls I knew you
when sweet wind
blew auburn 
sent a long kiss along
the neck lost
in time atop 
a shoulder one 
shouldn't have left

right?

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Wires run along the road on wooden poles,
they travel the rise and the run of the land for miles

No houses, trees or shrubs, just an endless plain
of black on indigo

And a low steady hum
arises from somewhere
beyond what is seen

People talk atop those wires,
loved ones near and far,
exchange Hope

For the new day

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I dread
the Godless
world, all
I will surely
Know, where
their trumpets 
blare, in misted
air I will arise,
aloft, atop,
a lark in prayer,
myself a prey,
all praise
is Hers

dear Mother Earth,
shake us, retch us
from your gut, stomp
we all to pieces,
us bitches - us the 
sacrosanct, the un-mortified, 
the cosmic metaphysical
cannibals among us
who seek brunch

from this aerie, 
this vantage,
they're near-
invisible specks
below

Listen!
I am your life

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Where’s the ease?
For there’s the art.

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Essence is first glimpse
Time recalls her fragile spark
Moondance on taut wire

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When I loved
I was atop
the world, yet
when I was loved
I felt beneath
the pinnacle
of she, the other,
missing the unconditional,
mistaking it for some
pandering largesse,
too self-absorbed when loved,
but when loving, all-giving,
selfless, timeless atop simple
essential knowing

To love and not to be loved in return
is the greater of gifts

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There,
taking form
on the paper,
was all it
would ever
be

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I remember 
remembering when 
I was younger things 
not so far beyond my grasp 
as now

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(It's a strange little world
filled with peculiar people,
strange little people, you see,
you meet, those you love you hold
onto in time, to hold just-in-time
to grasp the last of the fleeting...)

It's a tongue-twister world
in the springtime, summer
a roller-coaster splash into
golden leaves that leave us be
in snowfall
*
     *
          *
   *
        *
 *
aflutter in powder-white down,
crystal air - clean bells - the cold smells
the warm heart

(...peculiar tiny people
lost on the mantle
the faded beat at the far edge)

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