Impression

Hollow sky

To take hold indefinitely

To embrace

To follow through to the tree line

To merge

With  the silhouette of bare and empty branches

To reflect

The suns light on the bandstand

To begin the thaw

Of the frozen solid ground

To raise in the shade of the mist

Where a warmer, clearer presence might be found 

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Droplets of joy

Thin subliminal sounds of the ocean
Wave by cascading wave
Trickling harp by trickling heart

Darkness by the absence of artificial light
Darkness brought on by the closure
Of the once so certain, certain part

Super longevity; in this small four walled room
Super sized becomes the brevity
To ones own past times memory cart

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Bedhead

There is a warmth, a certain serenity

As if the star sign of Saturn alone should bring such piece

A carrier, a vessel to fill with echoes, a universe to populate

With dreamed up memories

That oscillate among eons of beautiful visions

In the future, to try to recollect these instants

Yet never again to truly trespass on those clouds

No more to instill that voice of endearment

Fearful of making the call

Under the ominous threat of rejection

Instead to read the chapter on depression

Settle on a preference for melancholy

Hang her scented lightness of cloth on every resonant passage

Celebrate the star sign that brought thought transference, and
Ultimate joy, before I wake up and smell the coffee

Shower, eat, drive, meet, return

To sit for a further day, at that place, where the ether

Can carry the birdsong, where the effervescent passages

Of time past and time present are able to wander 

Undisturbed - gentleness in being personified

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Absentee

Dare to break the spell

Purge the myths

Where the words wallow so frequently, so easily, so secretly

Set up the clandestine meeting

In a matter of fact sort of way, no more to it than that, no false 

Expectations, no hidden agendas, no place for truth or beauty

A map of California stretches across the table top

Was this his destination? 

That shadow of a man, how imperceptibly we carry our shadows

Dare to break the spell

Purge the myths

Of the doubtful doubts of insincere, and secret, easy, re-creation

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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Mounds

Eight minutes the difference

Maybe climb the hayrack

Sit in contemplation

Drink a settled pot of tea

Thousands of times upon the waking

In or out of halfway dreams, where

Could the bare breast have came from

Heaven it is, only to know

Extrapolations, spent-fuel

Misfired imaginations

Overheard presentation of

Tree lined incantations

A single star, in a sky

At once so far away

Before a slow red sunrise

Turns on the weary day

Plagued by indecision

Fearful of derision

Indebted to the men

Of youthful circumcision

All across the frost filled grounds

All the way to fanciful minds

Thoughts plaid full

To the brim of fair silken mounds

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Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

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