No Talent For Certainty

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At the end of the pier…

At the end of the pier, 
The railing stops. 
There you can look, 
Or jump, or turn; 
There’s always just 
Those options, though 
It’s taken me 
Some time to learn 

That leaping forward, 
Going back, 
Or dawdling 
Is all there is: 
At the end of the pier 
Is where I am: 
And it’s your basic 
Three choice

Quiz

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Rising Wind

BORN of the body, memories 
Of where she was, and what she felt; 
Every bone with different marrow, 
Pangs that in the sun just melt, 

 Capillaries of inclusion, 
 All in one, and one in all: 
 Birthed in sorrow’s touch, and needing 
 Rising wind and waterfall. 

There for the taking, melodies 
That soothed her ears and calmed her heart; 
Smells of breakfast cooking, frying, 
Transferred to a world apart, 

 Knees and shoulders free from aching, 
 Hair no longer gray or thinned; 
 Born of the body, turned to fire, 
 Soaring on the rising wind.

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No More

I will no more these beaches walk 
Perspective given by the size 
Of waters greater than my eyes, 
Or words I could put into talk. 

Instead, behind a peeling door, 
I will keep on in altering, 
My steps uncertain, faltering, 
Imagining the world outside 

No more

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Badly

We want things badly, so 
That's how we get them; 
Mistakes take over lives 
Because we let them. 

I know, because I've made them, 
Make them still -- 
For right minds still can't fix 
A broken will.

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The Broken Dawn

I am the broken dawn, the straggling day. 
Arrived again, but to no purpose led -- 
I see the world in mist before me spread, 
But find no answering, no well-lit way 

To where, again, the sun connects the pulse 
To things that matter; weighed down like a plinth, 
I stand unmoving in this labyrinth 
As nearly-dead as any who 

Convulse

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she is not where she was, nor who. 
this is both grief, and a relief. 
and though in beauty breaks the morn, 
she does, a little, too. 

she's lost, with neither cause nor cost, 
expressions coined and breathing joined: 
in memory of the never-born, 
and sunny days before 

the permafrost

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The Age of Imagery

It's hard to know what's real within 
The age of imagery and tricks; 
We burn ourselves with fantasies 
Until there's nothing left but sticks 
And rotting lumber. Smell it now: 
The blight so deep there's naught can fix, 
While those who've held our time are off 
To other victims, other 

Clicks

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a night out

dressed-up night 
her in dazzling blue 
me dumbstruck

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While rummaging…

While rummaging, he found 
  a favorite picture from the days 
  that love was new in purpose and 
  in countless other ways; 

He thought, then, with a smile 
  of how they used burn and smolder, 
  before he put that life away 
  in this 

  manila folder

No Talent For Certainty

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