the energy transfers
from one entity
to the next
in a circuitry that has
neither beginning
nor end
my confidant
is an electric ghost
coming & going
all at once
like an inconstant
time traveler
april two thousand twenty-five
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Some people don’t want to hear certain things
I believe I was born to suffer
Over time I’ve come to accept the role
You see I am no different than you
I am my own god in human form
But upon my death I’ll become a true god
It will be from that moment on I should
Begin to understand my fate
The part that baffles me though
Is why haven’t I figured out who I was
In my prior lives
And for this reason
I can’t remember when I’ve felt this sad
february two thousand twenty-five
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In what ways
have you been transported
out of this plane
your body buried deep at sea
your mind & spirit
traversing the heavens
in search of affinity
from which you came
What songs will the angels sing
upon your arrival
a welcoming refrain of exaltation
though many will say
you never left their glorious realm
in the first place
january two thousand twenty-five
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born out of darkness
a spirit awakens from a
slumber long forgotten
an event as ubiquitous
as the blinking of an eye
once losing the ability
to blink while dreaming
the same darkness
returns from dormancy
reversing ordinary time
until it is fully dissolved
november two thousand twenty-four
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~ making sense of scattered seeds of thoughts
who shall I be today
but a character in a game
escaping my originality
in a state of nothingness
neither darkness nor light
exists in this world
new/used stem cells
injected into a dying brain
revitalizes my sense of self
replaying who I used to be
for the very last time
alive yet on the battlefield
november two thousand twenty-four
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I’m here & I’m not
seems funny how that works out
inside a digital world
people free to come & go
at their virtual leisure
as if time doesn’t matter
though matter surely does
dissolving
& reappearing
inside other dimensions
as if magic is at play
like a sleight of hand mastering
the here & the now
october two thousand twenty-four
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when I had no song
I listened to the birds
their effortless imaginings
leaving me in deep thought
when I had no thought
I closed my eyes
imagined where I would be
without a single breath
when I had no breath
I found myself immersed
beneath an endless sea
images of life abounding
july two thousand twenty-four
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one day she decided not to eat
having this desire on solving
the problems of existence
instead she took to liquids
at first some water & then some milk
later on a glass of lemonade
at which point she wondered
how many ghosts were haunting her mind
into the afternoon she had some tea
and thought only for a moment
how good a biscuit would taste
maybe with a little butter
or some marmalade
but then she moved on
relaxing on the settee in the parlor
sipping on a glass of chardonnay
her instincts dulled by convenience
soon falling into a stupor
soon dreaming of her teddy bear
the stuffing inside growing larger in the belly
like a waxing gibbous
june two thousand twenty-four
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you ventured quietly into the night
drifting along cemetery trees
planted three lifetimes ago
long before you belonged to a satellite
orbiting an icy world without a name
only to be blown away by a fiery rock
sending you careening on a trajectory
back toward the sun
february two thousand twenty-four
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dying naturally or by suicide
two birds squabble in the bush
their eyes like emeralds
—the first light
exposing them
for what they will later be
continuation is my punishment
a deal made behind my back
before the birds
were ever born
—before becoming fully aware
death is never permanent
october two thousand twenty-three
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