Free Forms – No Talent For Certainty

After —

Beware of judging the burned if

You’ve never felt

The fire

Aleatory casserole / Atlantic Ocean edition

framed by this immensity

ego seems

just one more grain of sand

attenuated

to the rhythms of

planetary respiration

as sunbeams open their last arms

to welcome night,

worry surrenders, and the aching

is enveloped for the moment —

My Abstractions

Who will I wound today

For my abstractions?

Our Dances

In life, we take our chances, though
Those often need improving:
At times, we dance our dances with
The ones who won’t be moving

The rain may fall, the storm may rage
To drown out limb and voices —
The muddy fields that are our lives,
Our dances and
Our choices

Reflecting On

The woman she should know the most,

But it is like she’s seen a ghost:

Reflecting on the hidden cost

Of all she’s found, but who

She’s lost

No Lonelier Feeling

She blamed him for not understanding
Feelings that she didn’t understand herself.

There is no lonelier feeling
Than loving with all you have,

And it just not being

Enough

crashing constantly

waves crashing constantly like

some idiot who posts poems

every ninety minutes for days

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