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I will be the gladdest thing
  Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
  And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
  With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
  And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
  Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
  And then start down!
 Mar 2016 Haritha Seby
Mike Essig
These are merely instances.* Wallace Stevens

Pick random points and place together. Pattern.
This map expands beyond its margins.
Vines of hysteria cover all. Swallowing.
The shell shock of the normal. Mind shrapnel.
Clocks kept in closet. Time out of mind.
Learning the algebra of flesh balances all.
These words torn from silence. Moral surgery.
Endless intimate details bore to the bone.
Pointless nostalgia for the forgotten.
Science of the lambs. Send up a woman.
The futile sexuality of questions. Will she?
Conjunction junction has lost its function.
You are the poet. What did you make of this?
Roll the dice twice. Call that meaning.
What a long strange text it has been.

  ~mce
Walking alone
along the neighborhood greenway
aware of unique colors and sounds
normally hidden
or camouflaged by toxic thoughts
that chip away beauty

Centered upon each step
each swing
of first
the left arm
then right arm
signals of life

Noting strength
surging through
each calf and thigh
careful attention
of each intricate
movement of a body
complex as spider webs
on a damp morning
braiding from a woven-wire fence

Notice each moment
see how each second
contains now again
money is not love
nor is it blood, sweat and tears
it is just cold cash
Senryu
Not seeing you is the hardest pain
But I'm already familiar with it.

But last time you had left me
NOW
I'm the one who turned the stone.
losing your love is a real pain
but sometimes she has reasons
Why is it that most beautiful dreams
come to me
just the night before exams?

I found the answer
My exams are romantic
After finishing the paper I could stare on her
for hours.
Are we really connected enough
as the realm of inner animism
metamorphises into brain waves
I believe the moon acts as messenger
and moonlight as the medium
of our thoughts, love and feelings.

And yet
I spent the entire night
gazing and talking to the moon
hoping you are at the other end....
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