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oscillating, isolating, back and forth ..
"Nice swing!" intervening between ...
an image ... interacting, monitoring
that physical residing with, within, without-
"I'm a tourist here" ...
sapped in, sucked in
waiting for you, voyager ...
amidst the veils of this
benevolence of biology ...
You're luminous. You partaker, partaking ...
All that forming and gestating
in that experience, watching for
the oncoming traffic,
that frequency, bold and
spilling over, clothed for the processional -
Spiraling, clustering, swirling on ...
the edges of that ethereal scaffold -
I'm digging my heels in
to old concepts, still
generating, intent, sometimes
slumbering into those facets.
Reaching out for that climax -
those one-dimensional flickering movements ...
"All those idols to behold"
Stepping stones across the stream ...
That consciousness, floundering
on the shores of some
positive, negative push and pull explanation ...
A laughing magnet, "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Playing, splashing at the heavens, me
gathering within that divinity, that landmark ...
stripped of assurances, landing a little -
Naked and leaping - trying to
confiscate an identity just long enough to
siphon that off at the root.
That's a damn old paradigm -
And, thoughts to analyze, but changed
to extend outward, auditing
melodies, dazzling, penetrating
That polarity, unfolding ...
Desirous of conditions,
in this, humbled, undernourished, though,
relatively sustainable incarnation ...
Always wondering: "Where ya been?"
Awaiting that graceful, beautiful, symmetry.
Arriving so gradually
Stepping above resolutions, recognized ...
How many hundreds, thousands of
years required, revolutions ...
Pressure, pressure, pressures, repressed!
In the company of what wills this ...
Evokes the next order of business.