January 2011
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down into town
from the view of lost summits and fine-tuned instruments
is the desperate claw of soul to arrive safe at the proverbial annex
it is place situated in time yet without the confines of space
further than moments—toward pure experiential numbness
where the mind separates from heart in a final goodbye to the senses
spun out in a rage—wheels pealing and panicked by the present
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amazon, cars & dominant systems (or) how loosing...
It is hard to image a space, place and time, in the past half year I didn’t feel like I was about to turn in on myself. It is a deeply desperate feeling that is shaded by depression, but isn’t. It is turning in and toward self in such a way that you are not sure if your able to look up, smell the roses on the front porch or be present with your roommate. It is a fearful place where eventually...
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desperation & education
In quiet desperation I’m listening to the world today. The smells the feel of late afternoon—trying not to think to much about a blood-test I’m waiting for a call concerning. The tea I am sipping was chosen solely, because for a split second, it reminded me of alpine appalachia. Way-up somewhere in Vermont on the Green Trail. I’m slowing myself down and it feels like the...
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grooves
Crushing the flame hurry the name of all the nobodies who went without.
Solo on the horizons of time and place filled with a sense of hast
going
being
texts of invisible moods
the gears of deep grooves
The ones embedded in our heads recalling the times
Those that seem to find us gone-recked-weak
Unable to speak heading up the trails that trail off….
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