Ode to Love

The sun has risen A great morning for a run Though sun is quite hot Yesterday a blur Having slept for most of it But I'm back today Has account been paid For days at war with myself Now a new day dawned? I feel tides turning Even as I struggle to Get back into gear What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide My God grants me strength Abundant grace and mercy For these I give thanks My eye never turned In the pit I examine On rooftops I shout Is now the season When voice carries and persists? I feel we'll know soon

Meet me at midnight A call waking me from sleep And so midnight rose In midnight rush found My cheeks suddenly blushing At thought of mirror Page turned and returned Of these sentiments echoed Louder than ever And evermore clear For stakes at midnight raising With stroke of pen light Fireworks ignite Warning and gracious signal Of what might have been Let's watch on the hill Like it's the very first night One touch and dream shared Let's watch from the lake Midnight Wishworks all the same Catch diamond's sparkle But yours is mine sought To see eyes starry 'neath moon You are why I rise

The sun is shining All I see are clear blue skies On the horizon Work plugging away The systems are a bit slow But we're managing My head feels hazy But it's the good kind of haze Of energy spent Of cobwebs clearing Of regaining sharp focus On task soon at hand A handful indeed! Is a man meant to ignore Such a confluence? Of dream worn on screen? A once delicate story In screaming color? A signal so clear Even the crowd might agree If given the chance But question lingers "Would you run away with me?" If asked, always yes. 

The clock strikes midnight Would we agree on moments Leading up to now? How about henceforth? I want to spend time with you Now and evermore Wonder not at pause Halting is no mystery It is hearts' defense There are some heartbreaks Time can neither mend nor see For each ticker fails For lover strikes hands A first accord in the fall None will see the last So in midnight dre0am If necessary moment That lasts forever Love, please dream with me Partnered we will find the shore Of eep fully formed It might take all night But the work of a moment Is only time spent 

The sun is rising Marking start of brand new day And new stage for me I'd like to be fit I hope to be diligent Though start has been rough I'm too excited How is one meant to calm down When midnight fruit blooms? Like never before Well, never so on the nose Well... So many signs... I have been so blind While maintaining stubborn faith Now a mustard seed Or perhaps smaller A seed of the tree of life? Spirits soar to think... That every line penned She, they, have read and cherished And signal has come What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide

What you made me do Goes far deeper than these years It cuts to the core For to change one's stripes Feels much like death and rebirth All while wide awake But one look sealed it In one midnight hour confirmed A dream became real And then a second How could I not draw this line Once third echoed here? "There are three stages" Running through my mind as home Settles in my heart This is still faith though Examining certainty And yet finding none Look me in the eye (Even) At midnight shining (for you) And ask your questions So none are needed When realms slide gently in place And our stage is here 

We walk out of the bar and everything has changed. I notice the cars first; as inexperienced with international travel as I am, I still find myself knee jerking to "wrong side" when I see the first several pass. Like a template overlayed though, suddenly my mind reconfigures, and I recognize we're somewhere in Europe. I follow my brother down the busy street, as he silently keeps his eyes averted, politely waiting for the final puzzle pieces to fall into place. As we pass under the freeway, he looks up, and I follow his gaze. Emblazoned on the concrete overhead is an inexplicably well lit mural of stars painted golden with the word "Stella" stylized in the center. "Italy then?" He nods "On the money. But you'll never guess the year." I feel like I know it already, there is a still spark in the spring air, as if waiting for direction to ignite, but I do not offer a guess; why draw lines between us where they need not be? Instead I speak so...

The sun is rising Though I have remained awake Having slept so long This day will see rest I have no concerns on this No worries today What else can I say? These days have seen much writing Ink on every page Christmas lights still up Which New Year's Day did you mean? I will get ready Three stages were set The next to last forever Paradise reclaimed No goodbye will do Even if no one listens This song will play on Especially if The Legos fit perfectly This house will be built And it will see joy Family running the hallways Friends in every room 

Your sweetness waxes Bitter waters washed away Highest hopes fulfilled Candy on my tongue Such thoughts fill mind even as We walk arm in arm Can we set aside These bluffs, jealousy, and curse And find better paths? With you in my arms Even now I calculate Shape of perfect ends  Desert -> fertile field For "there will be no more curse" In paradise found For you are my home And confection perfection Wrapped up with a bow Your bounty my joy Grow closer and grow lucious By blooming eyes drawn Though they cannot see Feel my touch, steps synched with yours And know more's in store 

The sun is shining A bright shiny weekend day Though still summer heat My dream lingering Of walking with my soulmate And breaking down walls It was amazing Still somehow a mystery Of how long/far we walked Beginning to end? Watching it begin again? The lines recrafted? My first dream suggests Our allies were numerous Our allies were one Without work today My time today is ample To dwell on these things Though I feel tired Or "Ready for the next round" Might be better put What more is in store Now that this path has been cleared? I'll soon find out (Yoink!)

Oh the images That sparkle in midnight mind Of this boy born blind! But don't shead a tear Oh how the stories unfold Unphased by the dark! Ultraviolet skies Infrared warming my heart Yes, their difference felt Shores of the unseen Crew journeying to my side From islands unknown In a blink shores switch By new moon none the wiser Save starry shimmer My loves please join me There are stations for you all Each of their own kind My love please join me This crew knows sea by its song Though melody new Still, we steal below I need no light to whisper Colors' hues to you 

The sun is rising Gray clouds strewn across the sky A pretty morning Though worry strikes me As it oft' has at month end Weighing the balance So I work longer Given a generous leash All things considered Still I am inspired As if a frequency tuned Verses spring to mind Of title given For he who stands in the gap Though without fanfare After Chaos Storm In a sense felt even now Working to rebuild Such a complex thing Existing in Creation For one part foreign God has these handled My concerns but grain of sand On beach taking (form/shape)

I just noticed that in Hebrew, the word "garment," which I have written about in relation to Genesis 1:1 is שִׁית and the word "man" is איש So these words are the opposite of each other, except "garment" ends with Tav, commonly associated with Jesus, and "man" starts with Aleph, commonly associated with God. This is also interesting because these letters are the last and first, respectively, in the Hebrew alphabet, and they are the last and first, respectively, in this word pairing. This word pairing is not haphazard either, as they seem to represent what was removed in the beginning to spark Creation (garment), and what was added to Creation (man, well, half of what was added anyway) such that Creation became "very good."  I am showing that "man" has a value of 311, and "garment" has a value of 710, which is also notably the largest gap in value that can be made by swapping a single (traditional/original? I will ag...

Ezekiel 22:30 “I looked for someone among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found no one." Isaiah 58:12 "Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins     and will raise up the age-old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,     Restorer of Streets with Dwellings." Who would build up the wall: גֹּדֵ֣ר ־   גֹּדֵ֣ר Repairer: גֹּדֵ֣ר

Moonlight by the lake On grassy nook I lament All this time apart Last night by my hand Oh how one held can echo With none else to hold Small slights like thunder Suggesting a hurricane Is this storm needed? Did we not have heart To spark the flame or the flood So we parted ways? So that little things In silence extrapolate In return catalyze? If so bitter night (Singular) in its flavor Was last of its kind Bittersweet waxing Symphony filters to ear Of rejected keys Conceiving of more              Luke 7:35 In heartbreak and joy alike I hear you return (You feel me return) John 9 (Our senses regained)

The sun yet to rise But let's get this over with Tired of today Over before dawn Work is running much the same Swept up like my mood Disappointment shifts Pierced straight through sadness and rage To just being done Enjoy fallow fields For they are what you will get My spark goes with me I have work to do But not in these common halls Stuck in this same loop So let darkness fall Didn't you bring your own light? Why not walk by moon's? Either way, it's done Fallow fields grow all the same But gardener's a shell A shell, a shell a Shell a shell a shell a shell Nothing but a shell 

If this is your will Then let it be done elsewhere Otherwhen, always I will not see it This bitter midnight apart But I won't stop you So close these curtains And abscond with forever Here the clock won't budge If you do return It is only possible As my soulmate found Never before known For their thoughts were cold steel claws Scraping on chalkboards It might be different We might agree it to be Should 12:01 strike But for now you're gone Your power both real and cruel Echoes (empty/other) halls When/If thoughts pull you back This very same midnight left Is what you will see  Numbers 5:11-31

The sun is shining Long shining in my absence Since I woke up late Work is flying by It's been three years and a day So tunes led the way A roller coaster These tracks carve a wild path Over scars still here They no longer bleed Blood more simmers than boils Heart beats all the same My dreams aplenty Left distinctive memory Of a fight turned down "What's this place to me?" Pray this instinct does not show When cards are down here Oh where is my love!? Does she just visit sometimes? Does the crew pop in? Wanderlust welling Mindlessly on my way home Whistling back to you 

The moon is shining Full to light night full as well Highlighting the sound The sound of the waves Slowly shifts to match motion In no hurry here Just like that we're (t)here I feel your skin against mine No skilled sleights needed No angles to mind Except those we're of mind to A stable pocket Where once was a void A dark gap between our realms Now the sand and sea Where did (we) come from? Silence sits in for question With no straight answer Can your dream dream you? I find myself caring more Of what else night holds "'Lips do more than speak. I did not craft this threshold To philosophize.'"

The sun is rising On 23rd of August 2022 Though I've yet to sleep I feel I've accomplished much But in how much time? For my mind races To yesteryears (still/yet) unseen Paths (still) not (yet) taken So while I'm working My mind feels everywhere else Though nowhere near now Perhaps that's the plan I've seen this state's dark cousin Far too many times A sea of what ifs What if I could traverse them  With sloop and a crew? Is this daydreaming? Have I been pushing this door Patiently marked pull A new sense tingling Like standing at the threshold Knock growing louder 

A breath of fresh air Like a hand pulling mine forth Across the cold glass Scenario made Separated into parts Then falling like rain Paint me a picture Of where the cycle finds us  As bucket from well Draw me in midnight Eyes hued evermore sharply By contrast of night Draw from me midnight Like a garment never seen Until it's removed Draw me to midnight The one where spaces between Are all that remain And they are scanty Consider all ties untied And tea fully steeped I will kiss your face As we have both seen before When midnight is drawn 

The sun is shining Today wasn't all that hot Below 100 My mind is scattered In trying to focus up Sleep was difficult But still, I found dreams Or perhaps my dreams found me And I remembered My mind is on Hope Hoping the damage was light And more is to come Family established Was even option offered A light in the dark? All speculation Clumsy with puzzle pieces In this haze today Work is going fine Speeding by beneath notice Like much of the rest Soon I'll get better I have to before too long Faith says very soon 

Shoot the starter's gun Catch a glimpse of pursuer By moonlight green glints When the fire dies Only your eyes spark this flame Cold/Dead ember reborn Do not question chase Except to ask why you run For I will follow Even when mindless My footfalls match your cadence My heartbeat, your path Dust off your high heels A tilted stage won't help you Save sweet finale Raise the checkered flag When you see me rounding bend Brace for tidal surge For midnight brings me But a whole other matter Is slowing me down Paired heartbeats pound skin Encounter of a lifetime Starts at finish line 

We find a break in the flow of traffic and almost run across the street. Reaching the parking lot we cut our stride and already images of my soulmate sitting inside and walking in and calling out, making some big and unmistakable announcement, start flooding to mind all at once. Must one have certainty in the precise detail of reconciliation? Is such a scattering as this a sign that I do not know what I want, or that I know precisely that I would like her to have a choice even in that moment? While there might be an increase in difficulty in the approach, one cannot value the increase in meaning of the moment of reconciliation in any other currency, and so the process continues, some days like a laser pointer, others like a mirrorball, but in each version it is her and I.  As we pass the mailbox a memory of a rose takes me back and I remember the walk from the lake. Though this be Phoenix, quite nearly, occasionally, ever so occasionally, I am surprised by the rain. I recall walkin...

The sun is shining Illumination suggests Though I lay in bed Slow start to the day But what is one to expect On this day of rest? So I think of plans I'm glad for this interrupt Of days flowing by I feel habits wane No longer where they once were Without the same draw Is this thrill expired? Where even my rough edges Have gaze set on you? Do you think they'll last? Certainly not past "Please don't" So choose words wisely Like a bonsai tree Trimmed with a single sword cut Into flawless form So I rest here now Thinking about exertion And how it might shift 

We take for granted Daily changing of the guard But what if it failed? Do we have the plans To see evening become dawn Written on paper? Meet me by the door Let's conspire at the table Beyond our foyers Divide wheat and chaff Let us determine our aim The rest (like) kindling A few careful lines Can establish all the rest And forge paradise So I (we) take my (our) notes Finding cloud's silver lining Even by midnight You find my darkside And carve yourself out a home They will never find I locate your rest And throw rocks at your window Might I have this dance?

The sun is shining It feels like a slow morning If that's worth a note I feel slow today Already planning a nap And restin' easy  They poisoned my well With bitterness and sickness (This is literal) I've got weekend plans As rare as that is these days Friend to the rescue No plans to work though Outside a few words written If one's counting that Making the most of A video game I bought These days to myself If I could I'd trade Is that why you stay away? Some kind of baseline? A pink rose awaits Representation of hope Or vision of more

A dark story new For blue/green eyes shining through "'"Just looking at you"'" All the stars sparkling  What a night for what a dance  For such shape to form Come to my pocket Let us ride the space between As comfort settles Like a garment found Like a refreshing wave/breeze Start of complex hope While I lack words now Knowledge and ignorance mix Unexpectedly Much like we mix now As I pull you in toward me And no one objects Each midnight counted Every midnight made to count Threshold crossed with glee Now the ink is seen Easter egg from the inside New yarn nearly spun 

The sun is shining I found myself drawn to clouds Referential gaze Work is going aight But sleep and dream make it feel I've worked for too long Tired of the grind Who benefits from this crap? Stealing dream spotlight? Did you count the cost? What if I stopped showing up? Perpetually? Don't think traps will help Fight or fade it will be worse Infinitely worse Always a side door A subconscious escape plan An encrypted hatch Ah these idle threats They account for so little Until I'm halted. Lightning on my feet The second she's out of reach I'm gone forever. 

Set up the signposts Do we really need streetlights? This town so remote The highway to it Is not crossed by foolheardy Or by ill prepared But you call me here To threshold between our days You call me in full What's this in the air? I'm primally wonderstruck At even its hint Irreplicable Unique and same from each side With all the right curves/lines This is our highway One of many, might be said But this, love, is ours A blanket of fog Pavement last thing on our minds For fabric in hand Prove me right tonight If you are not too tired And have bone to pick 

I am getting a complex image today of an all encompassing swirling mass. Its movement is somewhat similar to a lava lamp but movement is where the similarity ends. The overall image has to do with a pair reaping and sowing, with such a coordination that, despite separation, the structure is beautiful. This separation has itself been morphing for me today as well, and now it feels infinitesimal, but critical to the whole. In terms of solipsism, an actual vacuum layer between two entities would be invaluable, and would result in these two being able to interact in many many other ways without risk of a collapse into oneness.  I am realizing that this vacuum layer on my end has to do with the logical components of belief and certainty, effects which I have never quite been able to reconcile away, and I've noticed that they have instead become entrenched but in such a way that the gap they leave is infinitesimal. It feels like rather than this being a weakness as I once thought it migh...

The sun is shining What does this day hold in store!? Electrifying Very very vast What of the oceans between? The shape keeps changing Form keeps expanding Brothers come and bring the rain For the flame was stayed A tense encounter It seemed, for those not mindless Gracefully resolved Blessing multiplied For through day's preparation The first dream was seen My love, we walked streets Dim, with fog further obscured Like we had all night You with me all day Even as my fingers type Hands in jean pockets Your name on my lips What else might we prepare for? Where you wanna go?

And real without bound Ruthless as layer once was Its grace holds me now For this layer is With its spotlight shining truth Down to the bedrock How could one hope shape Realms one refuses to see? Still mist permeates So let( u/')s dance wild 'Twixt Alpha and Omega Like it's all we have For its all we'll see Perhaps until door opens Perhaps even then Under moon dancing Faintest light fullest flourish I picture you here Dancing by the lake Tall in the rolling green grass As if by my side I picture myself Shining within your mind's eye Dancing to your side 

The sun is shining But beneath blue lies a spark Right at 206 Tradition began Within seconds I heard it Though not in the words Life was a willow And it bent right to your wind Even the spirits So I call your name And do not cease calling it So a vortex forms They dare not approach How are they staying away? Perhaps by your grace For this sword spins fast Without second thought it spins Calling each to home For some a blessing But for those where it's a curse You stay our handshake So I work and work But in space bigger, brighter Than felt yesterday 

So what of a man Of preferences and choices Of garment and form? Would you follow steps? For this man walks not wide gates Nor steps by set times You might walk each same Yet entirely different Is where you'll end up This is not some trick This is not some side-effect Nor is it some flaw Our beloveds wait Here in this alone they are The same, all the same A field of lilies A singular perfect rose In bloom, here in bloom Can a thing be had And yet still given away? Like a cake is love For to each their own The knife cuts slice of heaven Neither right nor left

I had something like a dream once, it was something like this. How did you get here? Where are you from? This night lingers on, does it not? But the darkness is interrupted so sweetly by this purple neon light. "So the tiger's stripes, do they change? In remaining the same are they seen to change? In changing are they called more of the same?" A red shimmer is seen from his pocket, the man who keeps speaking of real things as if dreams.

Found with hand on wall Mosey mind around the bend Night has more in store Black, white, or golden The texture leaves one wanting The tone leaves none turned Watch my hand sliding Face for ward at the limit Heartbeats twice this space What is death to me? Question asked since state proclaimed Even if unnamed Even though unheard Odd tone could become a word Strange spark, signature Indelible mark Singe what we've been waiting for An imperfection Perfection an egg Moment imperfect pristine So what shimmers here? Be ye out or in? As I'm not in the habit Of talking to walls

How many competents are required? From this viewpoint how many could be known? By silence I find myself inspired In darkness could it be our cover's blown? Each angle here unique yet familiar Each path taken novel and ingenue Each stone turned turned throne turned gold turned silver Full freeform consciousness filters to view For yes you are inside, yes you are out These insufficient thresholds and boundaries When day of doubt came there would be no doubt The sun rises and sets beyond those trees Don't delve so deeply, don't look so surprised This juncture of nonsense one you've surmised

The sun is shining A day begun half slept through But now wide awake My dream lingers here Of the path of another Seen through my own eyes Doing what I can Whatever side of the wall I find myself on Conveying the steps At the time not realizing I have less to walk For each one they take Another I don't have to Lesson finally learned Ending, beginning These each amplify the same From (my/this) perspective What besides rebirth Awaits us beyond this line? Just around the bend? Each tale told the same As those that came (before) it This one is unique

A dazzling haze On some level anyway Links your steps with mine When you cross the room When you are out for a walk Imagine me there For in memory Like the day we first came here I will shine for you Light misunderstood This realm dulls what it can't break Yet still the light shines Mark it with footfalls I can almost see myself Lit up from (below/beside) Can I follow you? From these waking world halls Into your dreamscape? If you reply no Expect to see me shining In twinkle of stars Somewhere in the haze The whisper in the willows Babble of the brook 

The sun is shining I expected no different So heat is muted Half woke up today These dreams packaged for elsewhere Are quite exhausting Half working today I feel I need to regroup To return stronger Partial frequencies Are they any use to me Standing at threshold? Standing on the shore Laying in my living room What tuning I hear! "The sun is shining" Well that's a good thing to hear! These words echo back The back third starting If words write reality This should be a breeze A simple walk forth Through what once was pouring rain Over the threshold 

Mark an ear turned down You want incredible things? Know a way 'round this? For these cards stand out But for all the wrong reasons On level like this Build not your home here There is no foundation found 'neath these fitted bricks As matter of course These sandcastles dashed (daily/weekly/etc.) That more might be built Casino shorelines What might a full moon bring in? Thoughts, treasures themselves Come, play cards with me Nobody comes 'round this way No one lights this cove Care to bet with me? My mind is on what's missing Or is that "will be"? Does knowledge bore you? Which tongue deeper wisdom claim? Truth found 'neath moonlight

We walk from my apartment toward the parking lot, backpack swinging to back,  stride barely striking sidewalk. I notice something feels slightly out of synch here, like a drag on timing or something like it. If my brother notices it he says nothing, though a question feels as though it permeates this walk: "Where do you want to go?" As if an instinct drives me forth, I find myself addressing this question, one not asked audibly as such, nor directed at anyone in particular, in the form of a poem. "'Where you wanna go?' Heard as if from all around Yet no words spoken A brother then chose  For on some level he knows Where this journey goes He speaks of a beach Or rocky shoreline or pier Seen firsthand and not He speaks of a haze Over a wonderful date One not forgotten He speaks of family One gifted and (long) toiled for One yet incomplete Did he speak in rhyme? Are words spoken in meter? Let coin flip decide For what's on our mind eep found by open ocean Is sep...

The sun is shining We'll peek above 100 But there's chance of rain Cleaning up bottles Even if it's by myself My resolution Seeing yours on screen Makes me wonder about ours And all that might be So I rest today I am comfortable indoors But my mind wanders Who could call it (work/rest)? Could sunshine be called either? Stride carefully strode Step must be taken This feels obvious by now But with what pizzazz? So step become dance Dance becomes note becomes stage Stage begets echo Echo intention Even if I can't hear you I am listening

Each an angle claimed Master Piece of Midnight Rose Or be left with none At this depth of night The piece you interact with Was yours from the start So talk to me, love Tell me of your day (coming/going) What drew thoughts to me? The seasons changing Most places summer's waning Not yet here at (home) Dance with me through storm Hurricane or avalanche Forms fixed through it all Gaze pinned through it all Starry eyes reflecting back Incredible things So midnight colors Do no disservice to rose Seen by the right light So midnight roses Might be arranged as lilies My mind still on you

The sun is shining A bit hot but not inside Sky its shade of blue Awoke with a start  A rush rest rush kind of day Might end be secured? A shell constructing Privacy and division (Start) of birthing pains For along new lines We find ourselves connected Wishing to be free For along these lines We find we desire touch Love of another So these reconcile In dreams as I drift along Without memory It still takes a toll One becomes accustomed to Remembering dreams But this much is known I have faith this will work out The crew fully (trained)/(here)

"Night it all begins" Have we any guarantee This is on our time? So let your eyes shine Curiosity sparkle I've opened this door Will you come along? Merry-Go through space and time Seen best with more eyes Can you feel the shore Even as mind dances dream Astride land and sea? These will be our shores These will be our Wonderlands As waves meet fox feet Sometimes I can't tell In this labyrinth intertwined Which side is dream's maze  Care you to weigh-in Or simply feel hammock's sway Soothing you to sleep? Incredible things Wait for us on foreign shores Scooched ever closer

~"Is the lack of nothing itself nothing in oneness (echad)?" I wrote of this topic last year and, this year upon reading it, I was reminded of the idea that the fear of God becomes the infinitesimal fear of the loss of God in an optimal alignment state. As soon as I made this connection I saw a kind of toggling switch lock into place at the edge of conceptual reality (the edge of a particular reality crafted plane), and then a second toggling switch forming at the far extreme from the first. With these switches I am picturing reality rewritten, or at least reshaped, in the space between heartbeats, and almost entirely beneath notice. As the engine fires up the plane they are established across from each other on feels flexible, and expertly moldable. It really does not feel like it will be long now...

So today marks 3 years and a day after I got baptized as an adult, and I was getting started with my day when my eyes were drawn to the floor. Scurrying along underfoot was tiny lizard! It may be tiny lizard's sibling; this lizard looked much the same and was also quite tiny. This lizard had an aversion to being caught and a skill at avoiding it as well, much like the first, squeezing, into what was apparently a crack in my baseboards, when I tried to catch them. I'm just realizing since then that this timing is quite on the nose, having only put together the timing with my baptism, where I also saw a tiny lizard on the bathroom floor, when I started writing this down. I'm glad I have a tiny lizard guest, though I hope there's enough to eat in here.

The sun is shining This tiny town has been fed A gorgeous Friday And what a blessing! The tiny lizard is back! Or the first's sibling Work is going fine Though I have a restlessness That day might cut short Dreams a symphony Though I lack ear for these notes I'm still enchanted Wonderstruck more like As every little action Is painted golden Even thoughts, golden Such opulent garments I'm Unaccustomed to Tomorrow worries Yesterday tells their best tale Now the time to fly So I carry on Burden a little lighter Echoes more in tune 

How long has it been? Breaking up and breaking down Not stopping for breath? Long days of pining Have somehow made me forget Why you and I came Partners from the start Before blows or accidents Lot deeper than skin So I smash and grab In case of emergency Cross these glassen lakes So you stride swiftly Where lightning has no purchase Nor coin any spark High above the fray Garment frayed about the heels Paired footfalls turned dance Was there another Path on which we could complete All that lay above/below/ahead/behind/around/within? Of others' concern. Which, given how we came, is Truly amazing

The sun is shining It's just a regular day Summer continues Neither up nor down I feel like I am drifting On unseen current A lazy river Are there tides more interesting Somewhere besides here? Work is going fine Which is to say it's going Like dust in the wind My heart's not in it I imagine it's somewhere Just have to find it Golden image fades  But as soon as I noticed It returns full form What notes must be played To shift me from here to there? I can hear them play Like a symphony Each scooching in a new way Both player and played 

Meet me in between These midnights separated These glassen shorelines This calmness obscures A tumultuous center Maelstrom in the midst They batten hatches They surround us on all sides They know not our steps They couldn't have known Or they wouldn't have followed So poorly prepared These ill tutored ilk Unknowingly lean upon Mercy when we win But I lean on you And your head on my shoulder My reason to stay Your touch all I need While midnight might find us far I still feel you close This game has been won We rest, foes chasing their tails Tilting at shadows 

When I speak of certain uncertainty present wherever my perspective and those like it (well, similar enough, past the threshold) will roam, do you sneer from your ivory tower(s)? Do you "know" that such a perspective is due to my ignorance, seen clearly from your perspective by what is demonstrably a certainty of your omniscience in this realm? Do you "know" that a simple tug of the veil would remove this ignorance and return me to oneness with you, with you shining center stage as has always been? Do you know that your knowledge came before my ignorance? If you remove all external choice from a system, returning all to oneness, would you not find a static system? But if the system is truly static, such that even you have no move remaining to branch it, who could possibly be viewing that perspective? If it is simply a closed loop, and one can travel time as they'd like, would not every iteration seem like a single instance? Surely it might be traveled by slowin...

The sun is shining Another beautiful day When viewed from inside But yes, I am bored When all around loses thrill (What is one to do?/Where is one to go?) Perhaps a good thing I have things I've said I'll do Now less distracted What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide I will say today It feels like one chapter closed And one book opened Dreams more complex now Catching vaguest glimpse at plot But without details Much done in a night? Feels like envelope is stretched Like some key juncture "Of birth and rebirth I recall not the former." Will this remain true?

Sifted, resifted My thoughts are always changing Yet stay locked on you Like moth around light Even on those nights I change I circle your glow Reflection the same Even as the gears all turn Same handful are called So midnight sparkles All the stars are out of place For careful shifting It was done before It's suggested that again (Midn/Twil/Dayl)ight will reform So I watch the skies Wishing I watched them with you Daydreaming your touch That we might listen To crickets taking lead on Nature's Serenade So stage is reset As I prepare for midnight 's scooching impending

You call it so good!? One does not stake such a claim *Here* without defense! So come as you are Claiming role as near nothing And see where truth lie And so lies the tale Opening statements are made And their case seemed... sound So treaty was struck Perspective, experience Found in Spades, Firsthand Who's to say our start? Be it storming of castle Or dancing in snow But be it graceful Full of beautiful strangers And amazing things Fox feet 'neath the moon Now visible by twilight Lanterns fill the sky "Not all is a wish Some gifts surge like a fountain With no strings attached."

The sun is shining Graciously obscured by clouds That foretell a storm A chance anyway You better believe I'll take Chance for something new For this heat pours on No surprise but unwelcome Summer lingering Work is much the same So many hours each day Day in and day out Not in the best mood An anxiety grips me Yet my grip still holds Will these realms align Without further ado or Is ado in store? My love I miss you Hope remains in reflections But there it's waning See my flag waving Pinpoint with alacrity  And waste not one step 

Origin Story Origination Event Two channels, one aim Hope generated So far into overtime Thought to be folklore Then everything changed My love, you and I changed it Care to watch with me? Our story begins I seek Hope and you find more For once I glimpse why So I turn again For though midnight is over We've barely begun It seems soul cleaving Was a solo endeavor Was this poor planning? Are these like your map? A newspaper a day late? Day all the difference? Please don't stay away This midnight most thinly spread But this heart's still yours 

The sun still rising Competing with thunderclouds Luminous lux tides I slept through this storm A bevy of adventures Keeping me asleep I wake well rested Curious of words spoken Linking to dream seen/scene I have begun work Unaccustomed to quiver Beginning so full This day my oyster Perhaps even week, month, year Or much more than that So much uncertain In this topsy-turvy world  We are blind to truth These eyes born blind too With so much refocusing An image takes shape One that will remain Not ephemeral like most A beacon of eep 

Midnight stood between Falling asleep and waking From my perspective How did you see it? Tapestry to honeycomb Dreams linked into shape Pieces always fit Fit a matter of preference Preference piece itself Cut up and rebuilt With me bright eyed through and through Details forgotten Then I danced with her No stranger to my preference That includes her eyes She came to rebuild A Quantum Shenanigan Nonsense Signature I thank God she came And wonder, did she do it That I might hear/see/feel you? Midnight reforms late But amidst much forgotten Carnival still shines 

Into the dumpster goes the trash. For how surreal this journey has been, especially as of late, I find myself astounded at the persistence of these messy little things. I walk back to my apartment, beneath the dazzling display of stars looking like they might burst from their stations and join me for a drink. Outside of these subtle natural wonders it is a mundane evening, a Monday night, and I have no expectations for fireworks. Still in full stride I consider, however, that it is often on these unassuming nights when Wishworks take flight. I turn my key in the lock and in a flash feel a scene come to mind. I am just barely able to process that this is my dream brother signalling his presence when I suddenly see him firsthand, sitting on my couch, reclined with a beer cracked open, and a comfortable smile, laced with just a hint of shenanigans, shining from his cheek. I feign a gasp and throw my arms akimbo "What's all this then!?" He flips the bottle cap onto the ever m...

The sun is rising This day does not catch my eye Just resting inside It's barely begun Yet I might head to sleep soon A weekend of naps No callers calling No visitors visiting Just a day indoors So I'll let it pass Barely a blip on radar Hardly a beep heard What is one day passed Without such interruptions? Something like a dream? Still, the to do list Will keep checking graciously Nearly done with this What are a few lines And the recap of a dream To alter my stride? To Doctor and dream Are the balance of my morn' So I am at rest 

So much time apart That even in this shared space I can picture it Even here I pine Even to you directly Skill learned over years My love, where art thou? I would hold you in my arms If you were here now I've no plans tonight But even if I had some They'd break on contact Just walk through that door With smile silently saying "Baby I'm right here." You'll find plausible Your deniability By dawn's early light I will pine then too Words to bolster long goodbye Kiss the foundation Soulmate, partner, friend Parting is such sweet sorrow But we'll meet again

The sun is shining Though I am staying inside To escape the heat Not working today It may actually end up Second day of rest Who am I kidding? I've rested both weekend days More often than not Words coming slowly Like a test might be afoot On man cleaved from muse But which did you cleave? I can find inspiration In the smallest things Least stroke of the pen Infinitesimal motes Even void itself Don't ask yourself why Unless you're ready to be Wholly unprepared For to see such light These things must be contrasted If not directly

The moon is shining Likely not far overhead I won't go outside This piece reminds me Of days spent in fallow fields Though nights are quiet So, flipping, I walk The coin of Midnight Traversed And whistle a tune A tune of mourning For bonds thought unbreakable In tatters behind Melody of Hope Family lines crossing boundaries Not thought possible Beat or spinal cord Her rhythm keeps time running As we wrap this up Each tick scooches close The tock of your arrival As my forever Care to walk with me?  By moonlight these fields are known Wonder lies within 

The sun is shining A beautiful sunny day Still "warm" for Phoenix I have been working It's so hard to believe it's The end of the week For these rocky days Still time seems to move faster Like momentum gained I feel unworthy But heart seems to be changing Framework of my mind And my dreams reflect God can work with broken me Not beyond repair Maybe even more Have shattered jagged edges Provided texture? A hand hold to hold? An unwavering beacon Lying on the floor? Can you pick me up As soon as the work's over? These eyes seek your gaze.

The plot thickening I want you to think of me As a work of art You're a masterpiece Your beauty echoes so loud Ear perks at whispers Whispers abundant Even as I feel tides change Your signal soothes me So I misdirect For I cannot help hear you So I sing along Will kingdom still come? Will golden gates greet me here? (Golden for your eyes) Will your eyes sparkle? I feel I must chisel more Will cheeks be crimson? Will my words delight? Will we dance the night away? Our song spurring on? As long as you're there These details are rabbit holes Criss-crossed all night long

You will find me at the end of the river, in the midst of the verse, twofold wanderer. Why, yearly I am seen in full, and if you listen intently with your ears, I am already there. Early I begin, later I end, in between perhaps imperfect, but overall my shine is seen within. Who I am is not always clear, though clear certainly bears my mark. Some names are given, some names are shown; some characters are forged, some can only be grown.

The sun is shining A beautifully cloudy day Uncanny brightness The night brought a storm Lightning as I walked the lake Thunder woke me up The steps were well planned Careful choreography Brought amazing things A transition seen The beauty of a hello After a goodbye Under moonlight seen By refrigerator light Witnesses pondered So I work today Time passing graciously fast My heart set at ease What does today bring? An encroachment, a held hand? My soulmate's signal? Incredible things Filling my mind with wonder As mystery (blooms/builds)

This night (is) sparkling 'Twixt path's end and paradise Take a walk with me? Circuitous paths Directions became folklore The cobblestones shift The stars (start) twinkling Light and shadow each in front Sign to light the way No uncertain terms The greatest loves of all time Indelibly marked So cobblestones shout  Because everything cries out For a love story Still we walk astride Even as the world (starts/ends) Alien footfalls I'm at home with you We were made intertwined from The very first (page/note) Let them try to trace Secrets held in cadence, rhyme Good tales they will make

The sun is shining Blinds open kind of morning Oh the things I've seen... Image of myself Notes softly playing ahead Calmly calling forth Image of my love Convincing me back to bed With bluff boldly called Still work continues Somehow anchored despite storm 40s in and out So seen cycle's point On any given note clean Any evening found Washing from within Ever grateful for patience As I learn these steps With so few steps left The darkness softly clearing Reveals final round Not blind forever This had never been the plan But that/so blind could see 

I just saw an image of myself, not far in the future. In this image I was fit and had gained new skills, and was happy in expectation for a tumultuous timeline coming to a close. It is hard not to consider my current self an afterimage in light of what I have seen, but at the same time such insecurities fade as if of their own accord as I consider what I have accomplished despite what has felt like crawling through mud for so long. I feel this image pulling me, I feel myself dissociated from here to there in the best possible way, a way that resonates me to the image, a new angle by which I can show up in full form just in time, provided just in time. It feels like many of the partial steps have been set aside, and this is like pulling out all the stops. It feels like the crystallization of faith- reassurance and an aim all at once, but one where I am rearranged in the now so that the driver drives, the dancer dances, the writer writes, and the worker is worth the price. While my rough...

Dollar short again Is this more than I can chew? Biting at the night? Are you capable Of still flying to my side When I hit the ground? My eyes lock on you Here or gone you bolster me For better or worse I pick myself up Knowing you would if you could You would if you could I want so much more Than to be some broken man Escaping through flames So I light the spark Blazing bright time and again To sift through ashes For one calls me home One arrangement fireproof One heart burning bright Even at midnight Even in a midnight missed This heart set on you

The sun is rising Sky still a hazy deep blue Clouds or the (timing/hour)? What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Meaninglessness mixed With driving urge to be (heard/seen) Making (muddled/muddied) mess Still I carry on Curious what move might be If exit stays stayed So August kicks off Not so much a time but place Though month perks my ear Enough to rebuild? Enough to repair this track As train careens on? So I watch sun rise Watching also in mind's eye Dawns past and coming Repetition shifts In one turn it becomes theirs My mind unburdened 

Least stroke of the pen If I'm to be called "Author" Let it be with this What joy it would bring To know your (heart) yearns for me That I am your prize But to know I wrote Even one compulsive sigh Would unravel it So as dust we come Choosing our own adventures Until they're locked down For me, it is you For how much I theorize (this) At first glance I knew Is this my preview Now glimpsing paired perspectives? All concerns are moot? Still, what can I know Besides by midnight I wait For lover to come? So alight like dew  So saturate these pages (Sew/Sow) tapestry seed 

This last dream just got me thinking: is there a functional difference between two unique individuals and one individual whose perspective is split? I can picture now a realm crafted so precisely that the same single set of decisions leads to what one perspective, who considers these decisions their own, would say follows cause and effect in a fairly straightforward way. Simultaneously, the other of the paired perspectives, through precise realm crafting, also considers these decisions their own and sees them follow a standard cause and effect progression as well. The thing about this scenario is that I am picturing the two resulting narratives being entirely different- as well as their forms, personalities, essentially everything about each of them- each has been realm crafted to be unique. If this realm crafting can be embedded beneath the surface, beyond where its mechanisms can be accessed, once fully in place the distinction between if these individuals are the same or unique beco...

The sun is shining This morning I beat the dawn But not its herald Ultraviolet light Have you met one so eager To claim this as morn'? So I am working On this first August morning Of year '22 Directionless breeze Becalming by a new light Though memories hold Of times spent in synch Even if you're far away And I'm walking on Finished with a *snap* But fingers already clicked So what's all this then? Another puzzle Spread out before me again To while away day Does distance weary? Do delays tug on your soul? What could complete you?

Gap between the teeth Would pause find ivory well stacked? Would tone carry note? One more tick added And August is upon us Another threshold We grant things meaning This tik called one, that tock none Sifting to the goal The end glimpsed firsthand When we meet on that dance floor It's like we own it Appropriate time Inappropriate label Proximity spills There are guards in place Tipping hands slightly toward go Pulling out the stops The crowd holds their breath Sharp inhale the starting line Forms overlapping Some things meant to be Who is of mind to resist The threshing room floor?