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In memoriam Steve Mason, soldier poet
the disembodied
painted faces of the inner air
the stone voice speaks
the whorls upon waking weep
the swamp of singing reeds
the growing world
turns to listen
time
delirious with eternity
sleeps on
there is no answer
in the winter sun
birds are thinking
they do not reply
I have returned
from a long journey
I have changed
the end and the beginning
stir and separate my thoughts
it is noon at my place on earth
from HAPTIK POEMS
XXXIV - stars hollow out
stars hollow out
a night's thought a remarkable
resistance occurs
tubes of air are force-fed
into your mouth
you're more of a conundrum an itch
under the eyelid
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after the summer squall
a sundial
warms to your hands & you stroke
its blade stroke the slide of rain
on bruised roman numerals
you push your shadow
into the scar of an old keyhole
