Unburied Papyrus

Embroiled in the enigma of existence in more strange & unsettling times, one must hold onto the miracle or risk becoming one of the walking dead. These entries are a poor approximation of my life & the wonders that pass through my spirit. If I could communicate properly how much I love you all & assign a tireless list of evolving names that fit I would, instead I offer these random reflections.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Every Star a Sun

Headed to the wildwood
side. Got the nalgene
full. Gonna climb a tree
high. Seeking the nest in the
light. Outlying dwarves swallowed
through. This core corral
ocean filanged filia rough
emblazoned with many touches of hands.
Grandstand all you want,
the want always more.
Minding the what. Delineating detail.
Shades into sharpness closing distance.
The gryphon harvesting the hunted truth.
Rave-ballet armswing of sword
another she strikes. Clove-amber musk
sumptuous smell engrosses. Footpound
night-mined dusk. Trusting shards
of mirror linking far. Beware bias of
highness gone royal. Necessity respect
not optional. A fractured story
never the end. Loosing, find freedom
in mycelium binds. Treaure pursuits
so rich in others' throwaways. Dream-actualize.
A cabin homebase. A cottage. Stonework.
A garden alive. Colors. Bees. Small touches.
Awarenesses that opens & opens. Brink
nearby. A grove that smiles back.
A teapot forever whistling. Stars constellating.
Big dipper full with higher lovemaking.

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