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being safe
there is no wonder in being safe
filled into a calm surface.
living a burnished trace of life on
the gilt framed mirror of you.
thinking of reasons to sporadically
emit words of affection
choosing think emptily
there was the unseen beginning of
joy transitioning to existence
and we are humbled by circumstance
to live upon the structure of life
rather than in it.
should i urge contrary action to
unwilling legs, body and brain already
on the path to the end….
sometimes the common air transmutes then connects
our panic, hope, even love
a transient reality that lives outside
the me house that others visit.
I have the hardest time explaining
what all we mean, unconsciously, to each
other and ourselves
the shared connections in the spidery
strands of data sent and received in
air between here and where you are
a momentary glimpse of
words that don’t exist
except in neurotransmitters and optic nerves
and a thought sent out from me to you
still we remain apart
Spawned by laconic and indifferent novelists, I did not know that writing would become my profession until a poem composed on a chilly, wet October evening moved an acquaintance to tears. That poem was not written by me, but it was nonetheless inspiration enough to cause me to submit a succession of works to my college literary magazine. Years later, after the restraining order expired, I decided to make this my profession, despite the lack of any expression of enjoyment or understanding on the part of my few, but avid, readers. I only hope you find this as fulfilling as I. All posts © 2009-2010 All rights reserved. Use without permission will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
