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At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
Even in this city
To sit in the sun
As it dips
And lowers
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
To sit in the sun
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Becomes ever increasingly difficult.

At this time of day
Especially at this time of year
This city sets at dawn
Blinded, oblivious
Eyes drawn down
Solitary light like an echo of a distant sound
And other dark clichés

I just want to sit in sun light
Head up
Eyes shut closed
Blinded, oblivious
Only vigilant of phosphenes
Solitary, distant
And other increasingly difficult dark clichés.

Fill your life with love
Let it seep into all the pores
You have a capacity for more, always.
And for a life well lived, an exploration of these:

The nooks, the crannies
The void, the abyss
Exploration of these
For a life well lived.

Hard-hat, torch, climbing rope, compass, comfortable shoes,
Or on your knees,
With Dogma as a guide to where to step off
And love in your heart you will never be lost.

To roll over or rebel
Consume or expel
Embrace or make haste
Fuck or be damned

For a life well lived
Exploration of these
For a life well lived
Thorough exploration of these.

Youth, when songs rained like carnival confetti
Reaching to touch as many as on me
To release their concealed joy
Each and every one
Held an answer
Made a promise
Began a journey.

Now I look to one distant constellation
On a cosmic stave
A chorus contorting to the shape of my path
Arpeggio moments
Their light has just reached me
Like hearing for the first time
Like listening.

My heart is full
But logic won’t let me entertain
Faith

My heart is bursting
Even though love has been commandeered
And regulated

My heart is blossoming
Regardless of a cabal
And tiny preconceptions

My heart is entire
Infinite, unmappable
Comprehensive

My heart is all –
That catches my eye, that catches my breath,
that fills me with wonder and leaves me agog
My heart is all –
That breaths and gleams, whistles sings chirps and
blows large from the depths to the twinkling, effervescent and radiant
My heart is literally protons neutrons electrons,
and all that happens outside the spectrum,
and the dream, especially the dream.

My heart is full
And even though I know why
I still cannot indulge.

I dream of the periphery
Not just during REM
But constantly.

On an edge
Not totally excluded
That’s living.

When among
Just one thought
Satellite.

Confined boundaries circumscribe
No ever decreasing circles please
Meet me on the fringe.

Come skirt
At the hem
With unabashed latitudes.

I dream of the periphery
Corners, hallways
Intergalactic space.

An equilibrium of something and nothing
Balanced fair share
Eleven billion mile periphery.

Gat, Catapult, Slingshot
Projectiles including
but not exclusively –
Stones, rocks, coins,
Marbles – heated
Clippers and Zippos,
Water balloons
But not exclusively balloons
And not exclusively water…
At arm’s length
Taut rubber release fragrance
Inhale like fuel and
pull some more…
Projectiles including
but not exclusively –
Stones, rocks, planets,
Out stretched
to Proxima Centauri-b
Hold infinitely, Repeat to fade.

Review for: https://soundsofslomo.bandcamp.com/album/super-individual-collective-ritual

Tectonic
Impervious
Binary black hole inspiral
and that’s just upon waking.
Waking from the dream of
Tectonic
Impervious
Binary black hole inspiral.
Full day ahead
It is a day filled with
Tectonic
Impervious
Binary black hole inspiral.
When one moves
Tectonic
When one is confronted
Impervious
When we touch
Binary black hole inspiral.
Repeat to fade.

Review – https://inparadisum.bandcamp.com/album/they-fall-but-you-dont

As we unfold the map
Sack cloth and contours
Aural ordnance
Reassurance we are right to be paranoid

As we unfold
Scale becomes apparent
One to one
We take up the county

Unfurling unconscious
Accidentally precise
One to one
Along Ley Lines

We unfurl and lay on top
Meteorological and schematic simultaneously
Squarified quilted treemaps
Wordclouds, thunder storms, Peaceful sleeps

Corner to corner
Dog eared and tea stained
Fold our whole world
Pocket our life, good-night.

BD 2017
Review: https://forestswords.bandcamp.com/album/compassion