it’s getting late
midwinter
the cold more than snow
wearing on me
like the moon
weighs on the ocean
the gods tell me
life is long
but there’ll be no spring
so I accept
the premise
and shift my focus
southern sun sings
lullabies
shushing darkened clouds
transforming
extreme thoughts
into peaceful waves
january two thousand seventeen
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adrift on a raft
with no land in sight
you lie back
and make friends
with a setting sun
lost in dreams
the bulging moon
wrecks havoc
on brainwaves
regenerating
distant stars
seek rolling waves
tossing you
into a whirlpool
of endless light
march two thousand thirteen
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the flight across endless waves
remains forever lost
the passengers abandoning time
in a downward spiral
their minds suspended
in horrifically incoherent thoughts
as an oceanic escape hatch welcomes
their translucent deliverance
into an alien world
march two thousand thirteen
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waves created from a kiss
blown from the palm of my hand
transverse through space
in a spherical spin
attracting electrons and positrons
in twin phase arrangements
before completely absorbed
deep into your skin
‘transit kiss’ youtube video
january two thousand thirteen
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