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i hope she looks like her
enough to at least
remind me of what we've shared
and i don't ever want to miss
a glad gratitude for these
soon to be has-beens
for if i love her whole
as i love her now and will
neither half
should ever a stranger be
i pray then
that that telegraphy between
daughter/mother
mother/daughter
its permanence maintains
so that each well-wish

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by unseen means
reaches her from her
from me
bridging time
space and consequence
a mechanical wave
ever oscillating
through
away
to a horizon we shade red.

- Travelogue: Chapter 19


what nature condones
does not overlap
with that which we must
birds may
stunned lay
upon our window sill
their stare
unflinching as they wail
their curses
ineffective as they pray
their gods
nameless and ancient
forever ebb a breath
beyond wherever we exhale
you and i suffice
any beast can be tamed
and any stream can be dammed.

- Travelogue: Chapter 18


i have seen it happen
once the seed is planted
occasionally
that then instead
it is its presence that compels
soil
to a welcoming
growing
the roots rearrange
circumstance about
break the soil and attract the rain
as an inverted casualty emanates
outward
upward
so then there where
the seed lands
a forest may.

Travelogue: Chapter 17

You are more
than that which
i had
hoped
for through a morning's whispered prayer
i
see ravines that map gentle
your cheeks furrowed smiles
as similes reveal here what now
i hide from them each every
staring: i love
you
you
and most if not ever you
more and more and
than that what every alternative may
because i am and you are: this everything i'd
ever
wish ever you (there are forests wherein tangled
roots create symmetries more intricate than these words:
you are what i).

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you should know
this
that there was a
slaughter
a certitude quartered
rendered
whose cremated remains
still lay exposed to whatever may
wonder
so far from the lit byway
it was an accumulation
swarm or choir
which vaulted over the tree line
each moonless night
heedless of the summers' gusts
the winters' gales

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tapped against the firmament
insisted
shifted the beat of the gear
that timed the pendulum
minor
which in turn turns
some of the stars' flicker
the crack consequential
when it reached me was
loud
something essential ceased
in its stead i chased the echo
with feral faith
since each void demands a rush
a beat missed is but a beat rearranged
it was calamity that led me to joy.

Travelogue: Chapter 16


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my brain: you know there are actual rules for how to use commas, right?
me: yeah every verbal pause got it
my brain: no, it's-
me: every,,,,,,, verbal,,,,,,, pause,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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i love you
you are in my mind
both when we are together
and when we are not
sometimes as a memory
sometimes as a wish
and even
when i am not careful
sometimes as a fear
i love you
i plan my days based on
what plans you have for
yours near and far
i temper my words when we speak
taking careful account
how your
perspective
might interpret my intentions
all and all to harmonize


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much as when as we run
i listen to your steps
match your cadence
or i ask you to match mine
i love you
i foment certain beliefs
esoteric
about why we are here
together
about what forces
temporal, mundane, and not
conjoined our paths
i pray
i strive to build a common vision
destination
dream a common purpose
and i create
histories
hoping that we will
someday
share them with a progeny that
together
we will name.

Travelogue: Chapter 15


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antebellum syntax lacks
what now
we refer to as the
summa participle
the modifier currently in use
is the first and only
instance
in recorded memory
where both spoken
and written language
spontaneously evolved
seemingly overnight
and across most known languages
lending credence to Jung's


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theory of the collective
humanity's need for expressing
that new shared experience
compelled a transformation
a singularity
the intensifier's nascency
that when
colors
joys
fears and pleasures
the crackle sound
between a vinyl-tempo
all became
we
you and i
more.

Travelogue: Chapter 14


i had never traveled to any
foreign country
left my municipality
until i met you
though i had seen
maps
read fictions with
settings varied
those arrays i rearranged
each
to what i deemed familiar
all was as it must
until i met you
the rivers had rushed
over well-worn stones
sublimated the torrential
patterned the overgrowth
until i met you
what was known was known
until i met you
until i met you
such strange wonders had i forgot.

Travelogue: Chapter 13


these fruits that we've
stolen
temper our starvation
they provide a jolt
and quicken our reactions
they were there
exposed and unguarded
any signage that may have
attempted
to fend us off
must have rotted
ago
or been washed away along
any proprietary boundaries
we've forgotten
which last flag we saw
we see just the one frontier
we obey the only one law
between the earth and sky
we sow
we love.

- Travelogue: Chapter 11

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Saw this quoted on birdsite and it hit home for me... I need to focus more on doing vs. planning:

"The devil frequently fills our thoughts with great schemes, so that instead of putting our hands to what work we can do to serve our Lord, we may rest satisfied with wishing to perform impossibilities."

St. Teresa of Avila

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the lunar landscape
progressively
becomes less monotonous
approaching the divide
vertical
from the magnetic equator
between the dark and the light
since though the vegetations
from each side have evolved
to thrive
using biological implements
diametrically opposite
in their efficiencies
(one flowers
pale with a reflective gloss
to disperse the excess of the sun

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the other flowers
pale with a reflective gloss
to bounce what beams may be
grasped and shared
back around deep throughout
its half of the surface)
they haven't yet become
genetically incompatible
in that frontier we find
intrusions
a patchwork ecosystem
of shortened lifespans
but ever-marching variety
life imposes itself
faster than the sciences
are able to catalogue.

- Travelogue: Chapter 10


the clearing exposes us
to the noontime brightness
the vegetation here
parasitic
smothers any vagrant seeds
from the pines that dwarf
us
it rushes
every way a violent splatter of
tender shades of green
before relenting to the forest shade
we head through
slight
diminished in comparison
to the age and enormity
bark cliffs
without recourse
we fall
we dig
we tear
root and stem and leaves and leave
a seed behind we hope
grows
fast outruns
that which is surrounding it.

Travelogue: Chapter 9

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