CPoetry

where you can (this is searching), whom you are (this is questioning), how you move (this is reacting), what you do (this is lying), when you act (this is theatrical), why you have (this is explaining.) (these are conditional phrases.) you can, you are, you move, you do, you act, you have. (these are being.) ::: and so the wizard said with a whisk of his wand, The human eye will be the shape  that is round, a circle, without a corner to be found,  nor a face at a turnabout. "why must that be?" said the village who is blind. Because there is no ending  at which this shape must bind; Itself, continues,  for and through time. Unarranged from every angle  you will exchange. They will, in their nature,  always be the same. "what will they look like?" The layers will be three; The first, a layer that is white,  for innocence and purity. The second, a layer whose colors vary,  with the character of which you...

immortality blows its breath over the love-ocean and out we sprout, licking the sky with our white tongues. us waves are dogs of the sea sipping from a bowl--- calmly licking on a Sunday morning or aggressively sipping after an evening bird chase; tranquil when we feel what makes us move or rogue when we feel helpless, thirsty, turbulent, and reaching. ::: whatever it may be, you, Ocean, are intimate; giveand take, giveand take, giveand take. Sky's reflection, you, are more intimate; heavenon earth heavenon earth heavenon earth. as i cannot un-see now, this, is most intimate; e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal e ternal etern al e tneral e ternal LOVE! ::: nothing more nothing less, you are.

i met the Restitute. it was a brief conversation; do i get back what i lost? No. wait, but you're the--- No. You don't get back what  was lost. If you want  that ask Ruminate. Look kid, are you asking for a payout or  something?  well, no but someone i know has hurt m--- I know  what you are going to ask for and I cannot help you...ok, listen, I am going to tell you  I am out of apologies, and Equality  hates what I do. Acceptance  t old  me once that being ok with what you lost or what never came gets you an in to see someone else. who?   Grace, I gotta go. hey wait! Yeah, what? thanks. Y eah, well, some of us have to tell  the truth. ::: take me to your almond orchard in full bloom. there, i must be. And by be, i mean bee; my soul splitting out into a chorus of yellow and black bumbling and buzzing. dispersed and perched on twenty million flowers,  i will bee; i ...

wilting is a sign of fulfillment. it is sign of how. it is a sign of when. it is a sign of yes; a sign of mystical ending here and new beginning there. here-there is a singular place. here-there is where we will rise through the dirt--- spit the toil from our tongues and wear the sun and sky as our cape---      phoenix flowers rising. :::  we are all your tea bags; you, God, you are a simpleton who can only relax after heating the water with those hands--- pulling from a box---unwrapping---and submerging us; dip GASP dip GASP dip GASP drowning; our lifeless bodies floating and dragged by the suction of your lip-gates within the herbal soul-purpose of us. what a quiet, slurping serial killer you are. ::: hey little wormy worm. where are you going Misses. Worm? ... ok, i'll just follow you instead. "Honey its time to come inside. It's going to rain soon." it's going to rain soon Mi...

I will take the 'I' title away; ok, i am. this is how i stay. i am gone from Self;      without You, i am only that---      less;      i am less, but i am something else      in You. and You are, in my eyes---      More;      to be i is to be less is      to be You is to be More. ::: permanence defeats sensitivity... which defeats reflection... which defeats gratitude... which defeats heart-motion; permanence amputates      the legs of the soul.      ::: i will use this prefix "re-" to describe You and me. again and again; re-reaper at my door, here again once more, telling me "Sweetheart--- there is more in store." re-my love everlasting, a drown without gasping, take me in till You hit ocean sand-bed crashing. re-autumn mourning-leaves, winter quick as a sneeze i am, buried with snowca...

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there, in a tux is Silence. there, in a gown is Let's-Forget-It-Happened. there, in the pew: ________i am._____________________ "Ordained Minister, please! stop, please, i can't take this!" in the tux: (Looking-towards-the-pew) in the gown: (Glaring-eyes-at-me) "i'm sorry, but i---" We have not asked for objections yet, says the Minister. "i can't have them vow together  again!" You must wait until I ask-- "i object! i self-ordain  an objection to my own pain. they  cannot be wed!" Silence and Let's-Forget-It-Happened release their alter-hands, and the ring bearer suffocates the ring. the pew begins to rustle: ________i am.____________________ _____________Healing._Release._____ ___"Well done Healing" says Regret.____ ________________________________ ________________________________ ________________________________ ___"Holy divorce," whispers Joy.______ __________________...