un. zero.

here in between the looking and not

I exist, neither here nor there

how clever you have been

and how I am not

if there are flowers, it is because I saw your words

if there is love, it is there because I looked

and if there are secrets, and miracles to be

give them to children…

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love this forever

what if the purity of all humanity is expressed so

that when any person picks up a pen, paintbrush, clay

to express in every ordinary way

there you will see

how in love i may be

with the purity of humanity

translation:

this is close to where i truly hope to evolve into as a human being. however the way is full of worries and i am weak. whereupon i was lazy, now i have to think…

 

flower

the blade of grass is like a sword

this sound is a word

stillness, imagination

love is a sword that bends like grass

this sound is visual

smiling landscape

 

 

 

no thing bells toll

this narrative is for sailors or for better sense

is for lovers and for others of  coincidence

of you who have not been before

and you who are picking up the pieces

off the floor…

when I look at the night sky, sometimes I think there is love and intelligence

then I see, it is all nothing and everything is me looking

oh shit, please love, show me some skin…

 

no simple thing

what are the settings in an infinite universe

cold hard facts and clouds or reasons

hidden in the many stars and dust

as individuals we hold that near

to our hearts

this is the portrait that light says of us all the way to forever

 

towards a crow

suppleness is a branch writing

ten thousand poems

in one evening

everything becomes a stone

when i can hear angels

they whisper all time

all those titles, walls

every time i have not been good enough

to have done my best and be nothing

to travel so small a street

always looking for pot of gold

now you see me everywhere

…

this liquid song popular paint by numbness your catchment.

this equation elegant and suppleness your looking ness.

factory me and mine,

…

all the paintings to the left, all the words straight ahead.