Tuesday, May 7, 2013

<aware>


<aware>
 <awake>
  <sense>
   </see>
   </feel>
   </smell>
   </hear>
   </taste>
    <world>
     </me>
     </you>
     </it>
     </them>
       <love>
         </empty>
         </full>
           <God/>
        </love>
      </world>
    </sense>
  </awake>
</aware>

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<machine>


<machine>
  <work>
    <use>
      <build/>
      <wreck/>
        <measure>
          My life spirit
          Seeks the body
          Of you, world 
        </measure>
     </use>
  </work>
</machine>

<earth>



<earth>
  </alive>
  </alert>
  </one>
    <word>
      <me>
        We are star dust
        We are the heavens
        Themselves 
       </me>
     </word>
</earth>

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

<there>


Francis Bacon, Head (1948)

<there>
 </time>
 </space>
 </me>
 <here>
  </cosmos>
  </solar system>
  </earth>
   seeing by destruction
   and creation
   in desert sands
   where the gold
   of setting suns
   on dark east mountains
   spills blood
   <questions>
      </wonder>
      </awe>
      why do I fill space
      born from body's
      rooting need,
      spirit's loneliness
      or obscure light
      of beauty flown
      in an idle glance?
      <passion>
        what is does not remain,
        the song dies in the throat
        of the warbler, the knot
        in the crotch unties
        in the womb
        <i>
         </naked>
         </broken>
         piecing together a scrap
         book of joy and triumph,
         the empty spaces
         reporting who and what
         I never am, where
         the voices of the past
         vie for unity, a piece
         of infinity tasting
         a dying tongue
        </i>
       </passion>
      </questions>
    </here>
</there>

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