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We calmly discuss eternity, infinity, and truth While the lucid record of the Akashic murmurs Amusement at our small discoveries, Fondly coaxing memory into its rightful place. Ideas, both saved and discarded, sometimes Founded on nothing more than a slice of dream, Form slowly, assuming substance and shape Viewed solely on the sharp edge of a mind’s eye. Thoughts, twined about us like silken scarves, Neither bind nor ensnare, but provide an ease; Joining smooth exchange, without fear...

Given curiosity I should have slit my wrists long ago. Not from despair, or being roundly slapped in the face by the big Empty, But only in an attempt- misguided or not- to move on. Bleed on through to the other side, discover what is there. However, I suspect Here may be as interesting as There, just a little more solid. Leaving behind a futile and messy exercise.    

It’s similar to a zipper gone wrong: Teeth locked into a crooked mesh, although After a fashion it looks good-to-go. Or perhaps a misplaced portion of song? The best part- where everyone sings along? Or before having keyed digits I know, An unsolicited voice squeaks “Hello”? Past, with its silk beaded days is unstrung; Even now bright gems meander off track; And loose ends trail behind me like seaweed Caught on the scaly tail of a mermaid. Pointless to long for the months to...

It’s All Infinite Not all dimensions can be seen, Or it hasn’t yet been done. I want to ask what lies between, Or what separates each one. Although unseen, could each contain, A vast universe replete With answers which would not explain How no thing should be complete?   In what manner will I think today? Soft contemplation? Toeing quietly into another realm to view the varied permutations of a thing other than myself? Shall I allow calm to claim me in serene observation...

Low sky darkens from blue to gray; What weather comes, I cannot say. Near nude branches are whipped by wind Since warmth took leave and bleakness grinned At barren ground fading from green; And , oh! The air sounds a cool keen When sunlight steals itself from view: So lovers part, breathing adieu.