Light on Aña Nuevo

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My thoughts are finished by the things I see.

A situation is just, a body is so, an error is like

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If I could *

all the beauty all the catastrophe all at once

I wouldn't think twice. I would do it. I would

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Listen, the sound of plistening buds captures the mountain;

slowed down to ensure

the infinity's timeless

as gold is my standard

tomorrows amounted in piles of

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Every day's more urgent less important than the last,

flirting with Dame Forfeit

as the petals of peonies

curl on the sidewalks of Silicon Valley.

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By anything which divides me I

identify the essential joint.

The desert is cold

as fame is obscurity, as the end is a rattlesnake

appearing like grass, in concrete, from where?

Bright light

Likenesses gather speed; everywhere harmony

horrible and heavenly rushes to this.

The Thing penetrates you and your enemies.

The difference between approaches near zero

till we're all sorry figures

chewing the bit of fantastic horizons.

Dead tree

With this acceptance comes the equivalent of peace,

a fog accumulated without question

like the underflesh of aging arms

freer than water, colorless, fixed.

Dead seal

I feel a trillion parts of me

both up and down to levels where

I am no concern--

apsara, mitochondria,

quintillionths and inside.

New Years

The conversations are an elevated silence

like the sea is hissing its real name,

or the sky brings moderation

by means of extremes:

tornadoes made of rainbows.

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I never dug on freedom, love--

just saw myself awaiting the bosons and quarks

emergent novelties, white holes

insane inside.

Cuz whenever I think things disintegrate and renew

someone dies and is no more.

You can tap the brakes but you can't stop the car.

So why not drive right into the golden wall?

A glass half broken is broke

and needs to be smashed for real.

The unnatural one is me. At night I think

alone in a world of wounds

preservation is absurd.

Or that could chaos be tracked

were I big enough to see

the globe of meaning from above

curve upon itself

and whole the emptiness

of what appears to be two rivals--

to where opposing arcs will join

our cold civil wars

withholding divinity.

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But some things we're not meant to know

like sunlight to a deep-sea worm

So every night another day

ripens to the rind.

So I drink to the withering vine.

So I drink to the

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