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the grass is heavy with water

everything said twice is more true

my ghost will never sleep

at the shoreline, in sweet water.

"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known”.

a blue unimaginable in the dome of the forest

the rain Is full of ghosts

a river silvered with thin ice and a slash of gold in the late gray sky.

silver and green and gone

Backward, pulling the table apart.

Where the trees spit stars

One died of  a canceled dream.

heavenly birds twisting into sentences

the vein runs cold and starlight probes them

Stained Glass, Blue Angel, Fire and Ice

your blue booklet will bring down the helicopters

my dream dog comforted me

the sky unbuttons

The blade of Desire is the silver in My teeth.

like a bell in water

I am done revising the seasons of storm

listening to ice melt back to water.

carrying mouthfuls of steam

They say she waited with the waning moon, until the dawn.

There are No Coincidences.

carburetor, condenser, radiator, starter motor

Reverse what went sour and replace it with seashells.

listens like the fish below the ice listens to the fisherman.

a blackbird’s coat bending to sunbeams.

As the ship speeds up at Pluto, the earthlight sensors blow

spin lightning as thread

And now there are Angels, walking up and down in the stone.

Stuff of the moon runs on the lapping sand

a pale flame kindles

Let me go to the window, watch there the day-shapes of dusk

a captured sunset, sea-flung, bannered with fire and gold.

The moonstone of rain is beautiful

And the snakes have taken shapes of sentences.

Thus doth the fire of the sun temper the spear of Mars

Yet I stand at the centre of the spider's web, whereof the golden filaments reach to infinity

they remain themselves, who have eaten of the pomegranate in Hell.

and in the water; of whirling air and of rushing fire.

And now the Table is become the universe

But the knowledge of the Aethyrs is deeper than the knowledge of the Sephiroth.

for the voice of the ape is the pulse of his heart

For the chickadees once came to my feeder in bunches.

I offer you a cup of tea made from the roses that survived the bomb.

the cats are kept in glass-enclosed cases

when all blown-down things crackle underfoot

Each train arrives somewhere.

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

two coffees, two lunches, and a dinner.

Under the twilight skies of Pluto

Tea and Tahini edition: Austin Bray...Thank you!

Somewhere among the clouds above

Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell.

seedfalls of darkness

Now that my ladder’s gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start.

in the crystals accomplished perfection

The City that gives and then takes away.

The horses gallop in water

molasses made from lightning.

the mother medusa blue in the flame

Into the living sea of waking dreams.

Lightning and thunder require time

In a forest of frosts, in a dawn of cornflowers.

The moon is no door.

Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning.

Clouds are flowering.

Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.

The dark that was is here.

What would Gordon Freeman do?

i want words to feel like arrows like bullets.

The old house Is full of ghosts, dear ghosts on stair and landing, Ghosts in chamber and hall.

the world’s no good for girls with sugar bones

The heaven of stars bends over me.

Under the twilight skies of Pluto.

And the world did walk itself to the lapping threshold of the waves.

Shot fire to the struck heart that was as tinder

white clouds in a grassy basin.

I might be driven to sell your love for peace.

like tigers stepping on sparrows’ eggs

In the broken darkness.

A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in patterns

by what far edge of the frowning forest...

White as an almond are thy shoulders.

through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading...

By what dim shore of the ink-black river...

SUBMERGING THE SUN.

The task be mine all pleasures to forego.

The dazzling heavens' azure curtain.

WE INHALE, WE EXHALE BUT GEOFF CAN NEVER DIE.

pig bird sun rain dog.

Replace the Moon.