The stones I leave at the gate
can be used to trace new paths
or bar access to the existing.
Place them accordingly – you decide.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: sentience
Pretty pictures inside my head
stop me from seeing the beauty without,
there where the actual lies, beyond the real
where I’ve occasion to wander rarely,
but now it’s a different story.
© Chagall 2015
Her love reached me in fragments
until I was whole, except for fine fissures
where sometimes I cry at the seams
© Chagall 2015
How creative the moment it constellates
like stars in time set off little flares
I’m awake I’m awake I’m alive!
against real sky in reel time. Let’s!
you and I do jigs on the dance floor
wave our flames high in the air
We’re awake, we’re alive!
© Chagall 2015
I remember now – once as a child
I had devised a way to forget.
Did I really spring from that?
© Chagall 2015
Assorted somnambulists are dropping by
to wish me pleasant dreams.
© Chagall 2015
You’re either
at the outskirts,
really not important, or
you’re the there is
at the center. Pick one
or both but not
neither. You can’t
have neither.
© Chagall 2015
Why, can’t you hear it?
I’m pulsing with the music.
Why can’t you? Hear it.
© Chagall 2015
My numbers are all messed up.
You’ve denied me twelve times,
monthly really and three times I’ve risen,
leavened, refreshed. I’ve but seven left.
© Chagall 2015
Started my day on the wrong side of email,
ended up in my Sent box, thinking
it was incoming mail. Then I put
two and two together. Feels good
to be back inside the Inbox.
© Chagall 2015
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