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REASON'S HIDDEN RHYME
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Riding the rims of parallel steel
a hundred miles south, silver arrows on an infinite trajectory fall beyond the narrow horizon of my eyes |
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| trained on time table clocks toward sums and squares columns and angles precise in black and white |
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| a geometry of this and that formulae for wants and things shifting plates along a barren faultline careening toward the irrelevant |
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| fragile ground gives way plunging shattered forms and structures into squandered space hollow of desire |
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| Unburdened, in a spring of themes trickles slowly then flows from the periphery into streams of words shaped by sound and phosphorescent colors |
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| uncontained by time, lingering for the music of a lover's voice contours of pleasure fill pause and phrases in my mind |
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| I dip my fingertips to sketch the spectrum of seasons within, once lost, roused again in possibility |
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| May '99 | |||||||||||||||||||