Deep sounds, a little like yesterday
Calling, but unsure, calling far away
Twins, almost, by default, by ignorance
Watch closely, in time, focus begets focus
Doing, Doing!, Doing Something!
Where’s the connecting?
Or the becoming?
Oh, right here, there it is, I found it
Sorry we were blind for a moment.
Stationary against a gale,
A bird am I
Flapping and floating
I fall and I rise
But what of the doing?
Aren’t I? Do I not?
Surely Do I, but
We all seem to not.
The White, The Beige, The Square,
And the Lot
Unpaid, and starting to rot
They’re done! Finished!
But wait just a minute,
Have the really begun?
Depends upon who you ask,
I think not.
Oh, but thinking, that’s the ticket!
I think I Do and think you Do too.
No, not really,
The tea is old,
The cup cracked,
The sugar empty,
The stove broken,
The fridge has mold,
The house cold,
None under warranty.
“Breaking News! The experts say:
‘Replace your spouse and home today!
Replace your car, your dog, your loan!
Actually replace it all with a new ….!”
But then, the one is just like the other.
Right? Where is the separation?
No, one is a city of glass with no heart.
The other is a garden, the other is a blossom contained by no vase, a home among houses, time well spent, the good both: book and fire, and the Sunday sunset time everlasting.
Witness and exposé, the loud, the silent
Rapidly crashing and breaking,
Finding the Unseen, digging at the roots
Of a mountain with no gold.
Look closely, look again, tell me what you see,
Do the smudges on your windshield drive you crazy yet?
Have you connected with your eye sockets?
The fakes are seen when you know the language you seek to interpret
Is, and is not, behind your eyes.
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