Ode to Love

The sun is rising It feels like a brand new day In so many ways Start of the weekend Work week done in record time Feels like, anyway Dreams have been quiet As if to tune my hearing To dream all around Encoded coder What better way to describe A man given teeth So I soak it in Even as texture changes Like the walls breathing Like labor induced Gently filling space between Wisdom and my door For this space surrounds Forming an infinite cage (Well, seemingly)/(Functionally) so For what of what's next When curtain draws and all this (Is/Was) just the prologue?

A pair for the end A pair for the beginning A pair for midnight Pairing by moonlight Pairing 'fore the stars come out Pairing aft' they've gone A pair in season A pair for every season A pair in twilight Paired (with/for) every stitch Paired by (smallest/boldest) letter penned Paired through (slip/press) of tongue Pair of partners dance Pair of lovers intertwined Pair of souls set stage For pair sees all though Two pair do not full house make One pare must proceed One pair must conceive  To pare starry night from dream For (pair/pare) to be clean Pair realm and the dream Pare the realm and dreamwalkers Prepare then for eep

"My man, just because you haven't met her yet doesn't mean you haven't sensed her. I bet with a little digging I could find a dream you've shared already, you and your soulmate. That being said, just because the only time you've not been physically so distant is by the gracious yet remote light of the dreamscape, doesn't mean you and she cannot agree. If it helps, if you knew the two of you could agree on anything, and it would be done in the space you both share, what would you make with her right now?"

The sun yet to rise But an ultraviolet glow Suggests now's the time Time to reverse fate Where fate stands interposing "'Fall in behind us.'" These timelines let through It was known I would not break But see the morning While often dreaming Instead I worked through the night Nothing on my mind Let the flames begin Surely tidal wave could quench At this point why though? Let the sparks skitter If no resistance offered They will pass right by/through Superconductive This much is a certainty: They('ll) reach the anchors For Hope Sparks Today The Singular Rose In Bloom Bard's Tale The Game Won

Somehow I hear you Back through these years, even now Hidden seed planted "You reap what you sow You saw me in the garden Well before first bloom." Know I've tried so hard To make these pages your home Whenever needed "I've felt every line Consider them all tested Know I am still here." I've loved watching you Dancing fearlessly these halls Enemies turned friends "You dance much the same Though you know not your own steps This will be changing." Thank you for staying Shining through the darkest night And all with a smile "This smile is ours shared Thank you for seeing this through Now watch as I bloom."

Fashioned like instinct Vaulted like an emotion Must mercy become The slightest trigger Like a tidal wave it bursts And none can stop it This is required For sin stains like darkest ink Painting midnight skies "I remember light" "I'm aware of the matter" "'These things intertwine'" Once this stage is set Albeit dark for some time The game has been won Let them play their own In such foggy fallow fields We are bound to fall Dogs bark at the gate Mercy is to open it Let each find their own "Your scent leads us home" "'I would know you anywhere'" "'Your scent leads us home'"

The sun is shining Seems like a beautiful day Albeit still hot The work has begun Doing about a half day Then taking a nap My dreams astound me Like they are on full tilt now Instructing layers Thoughtform to science More matter of curving space Than minding matter From my perspective I imagine it's simple Then the lens adjusts First dream, then atoms Molecules become Legos Then merge together For The Phoenix birth Incredible things must be And they must be soon I feel alignment A sea of sailors aboard As we speed to shore

In absence of light Midnight's form slides into place Unexpectedly Of tumblers and slopes Of rulers still catching up Of ten made legion We walk the surface Somewhere betwixt moon and core Between hope and dream Such a narrow hole It seems from this perspective Yet it's paper thin Why moisten our brows Slipping through the needle's eye When a blink vaults it? Vaults wonder and dream Vaults agreement well past these Narrow passageways Turn, slide, and lock in Midnight once frozen in (time/space) Plays us in all night And these mundane things Which postured as (certainty/eternal) Blown away like dust

The sun is shining High temps into October Still plugging away I feel well rested As if the lines have broken Which had me pinned down (depressed) Work began early And is continuing now Perhaps past 8 hours I saw my dream vault Filling the spaces between Left unexamined The mechanism Of how this vaulting occurred Is not very clear More like a story Crafted from mundane clockwork Feels like the message The same in that realm Where Legalists took their stands And I mucked things up With the same purpose One they might tell for ages "She has to be born."

Of engines and tongues Of narratives and footing Watch each of them slip Direction changing Still felt, even in the dark As the dream absconds All the same, I stand Could one claim I lost a step By midnight's lumens? Even moon is new So why not one's impression Of path through the dark? My path leads to you Even on the cold hard ground This remains core truth So with end secured What place has uncertainty Or vacillation? Like slip of the dress Oscillations are subtle In spaces between Even slip's slipping There is an obviousness To midnights worn thin

The sun is shining Another hot one today Over 100 Lingering summer Reminds me cool times approach Then ever cooler Working a half day Pay will be full nonetheless The grind continues The quest continues Timing on a razor's edge Still I whistle tune When paths were simple In this state I search for you Despite swelling noise When ends were unglimpsed From here I perch and wonder How you are today I see tool split earth The very next time it strikes But then set aside Year in fallow fields Overgrown but not misplaced Gracious Jubilee

This route has been run Skilled sailors voyage this sea Might we just relax? Midnight spent adrift Finding patterns in the stars Like they're ours to name We can still daydream Despite the late hour between Of what's yet to come Rest adrift with me Forget the heist for one night And their to-do list The Carnival or The Romantic Adventure As long as you're there Hopping alongside Crossing the lines where I do We rest together Laying on the track Heartbeat on skin on the boat Robes behind big top We're always running Why not take a night to stay Swap tales of roses

The storage closet is unsurprisingly dark. As we make our way through though it becomes surprisingly dim. A few more steps find us no longer pushing through brooms and mop buckets and miscellaneous supplies, but rather in a space fairly clear, and now lit from up ahead. We walk toward the light, but I make a point to follow my brother's steps precisely. One light becomes more, a candle flickering in the dark, seeming to multiply, given away by each flame's synchronized dance. "Ah, a hall of mirrors then." We each nod and he stops in his tracks, reaching forward until palm presses to what is revealed as glass. With lighting such as this, it seems this place might be arranged to stop or at least slow our progress, but my brother turns to me with a smirk and a long wink. "Care to take this one?" Just like that I recall water plinking against tile and my patience for such gratuitous delays shatters like these mirrors might have, had my brother not been here. Ins...

The sun is shining Based on daylight through the blinds And The Internet Rest is upon me Just relaxing on my couch Tense thoughts drift away My dreams were intense All things felt in a second As a jarring sound Then just "Volcano" Perhaps they're voltage and spark Set on my shoulders Perhaps I'm the spark In this scheme with R, G, B I am the yellow But the key's functions Both of pressing and turning Have been divided Instead I wonder How might these things manifest After first tremor For along kind lines The information seemed stored Lines I (we) love to dance

By stroke of midnight How much can a lot be changed? A lot, I would guess Move not single stone They cry out their locations As we dance between For such precision Scattered on such a huge scale Depths must be measured So by midnight search So beneath moonlight measure By starlight lock in Find me stable still Despite every move played out Still waiting for you Then catalyst spark Ignites between wanderers These true corner guards Domains established Instincts extrapolated Instincts finely tuned My heart yearns for you Anchoring, driving me on Chimeric Midnight

I was just considering, picturing all the angels on the head of a pin, if that which I know were given to each, it could likely not fill a thimble. However, if that which I believe, imagine, and have structured into thoughtform were presented in full, I wonder if even all of them combined could fathom it entirely. 🤔 It feels like this is the voltage of which I speak. And this is the catalyst spark I have referenced.

Then stitch together By my count most tangibly Next branch on the tree Branch once petrified Death's entropy in reverse Filling every space Void ever hungry Starved for one inedible One indelible So waves strike a shore Half measure half sufficient Black (w)hole never seen And with the last drop Voltage meets catalyst spark In space near nowhere Light bursts from the seams "Let it be" none can contest Hope's fractal blooming They know not its source For they do not have purchase Worth one (penny/inked page) here While we have walked halls Hands held beginning to end Just now they wake up (/their dream ends)

The sun is shining Blue skies beautiful obscure A swift rising heat The work of this day Is to untangle message Of the criss-crossed swords Of the paths of eight Of the shackles unshackled Of the slip knot slipped For my dream lingers Signaling both undoing And doing at once Paths traced by the goats Assignment turned in early eep done in a snap For my dream lingers Just beyond the horizon Pace set with the sun At stroke of midnight She will be desynchronized With a choice to make To go her own way Or to arrive (beautifully/powerfully/fully formed) And knock on my door

Hmm, falling asleep whilst feeling like a robot whose code is breaking down feels suboptimal... Then again, it might be interesting. After all, what more is a man than a processor of his environment slowly marching from birth to death? What more indeed... There is a silver lining to such a question, methinks. One can wonder, one can believe, one is more than the sum of their parts, even if they can conceive of the gears of their machine being all that is. For, after all, this does not account for what a man is not.

The soundtrack is laid Stroke(s) of Midnight(s) chime the heist Too early, too late Like a green light go With me humming behind glass For when screen is slipped So many van rides Have taught me a thing or two Might you do the same? I have the cable 100 feet long, no less Expensive nonsense But so rope connects And is secured forever These costs ~weighed as naught/wait as knot~ So in single stroke The Midnight Heist is complete A moment in years Years in a moment You returning every thread Beside whence it came What might you ante? A stitch in eternity Secured worth the price/bet

The sun is shining Some scattered clouds in the sky High of 98 What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide My mind is elsewhere Dreams felt like a clear message An imminent one (My hope is/I hope that) I'm wrong What a gorgeous day for peace Yet I'm still concerned Perhaps for victims But perhaps for enemies Since recent wreckage For fire in my (eyes/heart/soul) Suggests mindless Phoenix form Is one strike away But God bid me stay The Lord determining stance So I remain there Standing in the breach If God would relent for this  Who would dare attack? 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."

What shape takes wonder? Midnight 'neath stars and/or closed eyes Is it emotion? Emotion is real Taking shape in mind by dream Just as when awake Emotions have shape Trained orchestra playing song From single input Emotions make shapes In strength coloring the realm Sometimes even more Fear has shaken me Terror rooted till high noon So why not wonder? Why not starry eyes Real, forged, and forging the same Tangible by day? eep is imagined Not in one day but crafted  So in one night made So mirror wonder By one midnight moment set Forever marveled

That's the thing about manics. We must accept that there are some days we may be sad for no apparent reason, and then the next we might feel happy, again for no apparent reason. The inverse of this effect I have also seen. Then again, these are the things of old, and these reasons are the tides of brain chemistry and perhaps the grinding of gears between halves of our soul... Be it by skilled sailing or astounding architecture, perhaps these things can be made new before this timeline comes to a close. Perhaps we really can change our mind. Isaiah 43:18-19 “Forget the former things;     do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing!     Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness     and streams in the wasteland."

The sun is shining Some clouds decorate the sky Seems the storm has passed Work started early Though now it's time for a nap Dreams calling me back They were astounding Like a called shot Hope answered Then echo amazed Golden arrow grace Beyond what I could muster But I always try With a heart for God Feet firmly set in nonsense (/this realm) We're unthwartable With dazzling Hope And my soulmate forever eep starts to be seen Filtering to view Perhaps more like a stir fry Of chicken and rice I can see it now The stakes and mindless (mindful) stitches Perfect counterpoints

The halls up ahead So close vision and mind fill  Even in the dark Even through the fog Intertwined with the dry air We made our way through Like children dancing Writing wishes on paper And watching them soar Like artists writhing We stare deeply at th(es)e word(s) Watch them come to life Remember canyon (Or do I have that backward?) Imagine the trench For these seas we sail Need not always be same same To walk the same deck They have no purchase These sailors in forged vessels Not one coin to claim So rest your shoulders Inhale now as I exhale And ink fills the gap

So I copied you *I shrug like a sassafras* They won't see this yet Besides, adding/dropping "s" Either is or is not new Wouldn't you agree? So midnight kicks off With just a bit o' nonsense And as well it should. So we each seed storm From our own "separate" corner s :o To watch mayhem bloom But not by their hand Stopped with mine (ours) and an eye roll This is still our song Played until perfect A matter up for debate? Let players decide. For reflections heard Refract by angles absurd To (chromatic/prismatic) word This midnight dragon Already has a name here Title anyway

The sun is shining There is a storm rolling in Water and chaos Work has just begun Though I feel no need to stay All hours in a row My dreams confused me Was this some kind of mistake Or misplacement stitched? For tracks back and forth Seemed to be running smoothly Then they tried to force My one hand stopped them Without detection or strain I stood in the gap Today ire is raised So these last lines will repeat Until Jubilee "Whisper in the dark From outside side door revealed 'You are free to (leave/come).'"

Big Top Starry Night Favorite moment come around Till it's here to stay No longer a dream Seen by midnight wide awake Midnights echo heard Let them analyze Chicken, egg, loud and quiet We have other plans Hearts borrowed and blue Mixing with crowds old and new (To each other/yet to ourselves) true Even impedance Seen like a starter's pistol The end swift coming Beginning on page Tickets and prizes in hand Origin of Hope (Hope filled Origin) For this night expands Seen from every perspective Unique, all the same Let's dream together Until bigger is absurd Then whisper the word

The sun is shining Through the storm clouds gathering A charge fills the air Work well underway The dragon completing it Worker worth the wage My dreams still in mind Of a missed connection or A sweet bullet dodged Stuff can be two things Partial solutions shine bright When full is far off Know I still wait here As myself and nothing more My journey well mapped What all is a man? This feels so complicated In times such as these But I tell my tales By daylight and midnights each That I might be found For in fallow fields Waits your fractal gem bright eyed Amidst waves of grain

A shadowed vision, dancing the corners of my mind only remotely accessed. The story is told once, but falls flat, with no one to agree. Still she takes the stage for the encore. The critics scoff, saying it is a story already proved failed, but she sings it as loudly as she can anyway, for it is a story so good that, if it were not true, the rest would be hopeless anyway. If all inputs were the same, and every indication is that they are, this song too would have fallen flat from the first note played. Why then does she still fill these halls and eager ears with her song? They consider this, trembling. She considers this, trembling.  The threshold is approached where the story first ended and, though wonderstruck at these unexpected differences, she assumes her song too is soon concluded. Yet past the threshold the scene does not shift, the stage does not collapse, and the audience looks on, in ever greater numbers, with starry eyes. She knows something has changed; this loop thoug...

Buffeted again But with a thought faith grounds me Electrifying This year so different I can see it at midnight Hear it in echoes You are near and far Are you resonating gap? Stitching fast last threads? Cycle, recycle If tale is never ending Why do seasons change? Not just in a loop But loop itself oscillates As if shivering If you were here now Well, I'll admit I'd likely Not notice a thing (these things) But one can daydream So I do and tell you tales As events unfold Dream along with me Even if just by daylight Or stroke of midnight

The sun is shining Another hot one today A storm rolling in Today there is work Yesterday I was at rest These things can be said These dreams left no mark Except for leaving no mark Which is mark itself Is this an answer To pinings dressed as voltage? How's one to ignore? How's one to ignore That midnight channel so clear Suggests something more? Besieged on all sides Why can't they learn their lessons From realms seeped in blood? From realms in darkness? From realms utterly destroyed? Look away and stop. Expect no quarter I am dissociated This war wearies me

Why such strong currents? Highest highs and lowest lows Each couched without you Tides unrelenting While ship survives these currents This captain is sad Is judgement so weak That it dare not touch the ground And face its voltage? The seeds of it bloom Stay or go it is the same By midnight switch flips They have learned one thing My weakness finally revealed Realms without you suck. Is this valuable? If you aren't there and I go What of realm(s) remain(s)? Not my problem now I would just ask that you call For I have limits Am I unwelcome? Do (these) forged halls force your presence (smile)? (Are these forged halls your prison?) If so, I will cease 

The sun is shining I even peeked out my blinds To confirm blue skies Now I lay in bed Glad that there's no work today Ready for a nap But dream suggests work Happens to this very day Seen as birthing pains Well choreographed But red bursts are not golden So we continue I think I have glimpsed That these are like practice runs For the main event Filled with characters Informed by games and TV To make it perfect Silver conception Seen all the way through labor Springs break through the ground We will get this right Even if it means midnights Are still spent alone 

We emerge from a storage shed. I turn and give my brother a highly suspicious squint. With a bit of a smirk he then glances away, busying himself with some geographical feature in the distance. I chuckle a bit at the familiarity of it all, and hope fills my mind at what all this might mean. I fashion these senses into a poem, to christen our arrival. "Walk paths familiar From each our own perspective But seen in new ways Like a pair climbing A tree large enough to hide Each other from view A pair emerging From the same storage shed here But still worlds apart Two multiplying The blessings each will receive With every line spake I am curious How does my brother see this Journey on the page? From this apartment From just beyond this threshold I wonder the same Anchored in some way Of this there can be no doubt Anchored all the same Yet tethers differ So we both carry our loads In company shared." He turns back to me, and we each stop staring out the window. There is a fire of d...

Judgement Day again Must midnights pass before us Like year in rear view? Time passes slowly On days when hope is deferred I think you know this But I am resolved Though cursed for the longest time I do not lose hope They claim delusion Considered punished by God But offer nothing I drink face to stream Fearless in the face of strife Defiant to core For I will meet you The rest is window dressing If pieces won't fit So fashion the clock Now with September half passed 'Tis the damn season God does not delay Feel the fire in my eyes As these words echo

The sun is shining Or so I have to assume Still laying in bed There's no work today Traditionally that is But gears are turning Judgement considered Validity of the source Palpable in mind For dreams indicate That paths taken much the same Have different outcomes A fault line exposed Paradise or burning flames Do not tread lightly For even light steps  Will find themselves entangled And aim will be seen So many warnings Every step inked on the page Yet you still approach? Bet you're infinite Or are soon to become so Hope you chose wisely

Neon lights foreign Under celestial spectrum By these starry eyes How do you see it? This prelude unto wonder Breath held for midnight Pinpoints in darkness Even from this blanket shared Too many to count Anticipation We know this moment's coming We know we'll see it But that's about it Does frontier of the unknown Hasten your heartbeat? Know you hasten mine From first glance, first touch, first kiss To the very last First thought is of you Dancing on the highest peak As if it's easy Now thought is of you Your skin to mine as we wait On starry (mid)night

The sun is shining Out the blinds three guys walked by Seems a normal day Work is pressing on Shifting gears but going strong Nearly the weekend My mind is swirling Where is this rage coming from? Why waste the power? I rechannel it Reforging the dross away Honing a sharp edge One that is useful One to divide injury One to pare out pain I feel the haze lift It was imaginary So daydreams clear it I feel the pain fade Not long until I am well And ready to spark The flame burns within Chaff and fat soon melt away The creaks memorized

Three years hence I say We must stop meeting like this Let's find better ways For while cards are fun (And I'll not forget that look) These moments haunt me Speak of sleepless nights Even after great escapes I recall my share Let's find better ways To break out of this midnight And watch the sun rise We can keep the cards As you know I love the game(s) With right player played Let's reshape these chains These broken clocks distasteful False reports despised Let's turn this moment Reshaping represented Into forever These midnights inside Are worth every scar they've left With you by my side

The sun is shining Late summer still lingering Can't last forever I feel half asleep Day started before I did Gonna need a nap But my dream was nice Refreshing, like the Psalm said A drink from the brook Ankle feels better Walking around in my boot I hardly notice Halloween in mind Some candy to keep the peace Seems the kindest route A movie in store But first a package to send A story to tell The pages turn on Filling with inky record Witness of days spent Though I feel rested I feel I could use some rest Still, work continues 

Scooching into place These hours we still call ours Soon for us to share Joy in the tension Eyes starry though in the dark Watching the (sand/gears) (turn/slip) Why is it midnight Midnights in full alignment Carry unique shine? For each minute hence Carries signal shared the same But not the same force Not just in having But in moment of getting eep is felt in full Leave it to lovers To mark moment holiday That comes once each night That with midnight's stroke Euphoria blooms again "I say 'I am yours/you are mine'" For the rest of time Even paths once considered Immutable past

The sun is shining It is a beautiful day Though still fairly warm When did 96 Become "warm" in my language? Freaking Phoenix speak Still this day is nice And my ankle feels better Each day leaps and bounds Metaphorically I am not an idiot Well, most times, at least Work is going well No longer splitting focus On metering pain My dreams recorded Though much slips beneath my thoughts At this point in time Until editing Although my dad and grandma Are each on my mind And tiny lizard Seen just before and after When my dreams began 

A Catastrophe! Seen shimmering by midnight As if scooching in The end refashioned Valid but also brand new And so elegant Emerald and sapphire We each have our preferences Golden by our eyes Mine is always you Oh how my heart soars to think Yours is me as well It seems night shall tell As day passed beneath notice But healed all the same Still time separates Yet from midnight to midnights We rest in pockets As orange skies burst forth With weather calm yet quippish We rest in pockets Rain on a tin roof Listen to the crickets sing Swan song crescendo

The sun does not shine I think I saw it briefly Between these long sleeps For I rose before And now I've risen after Unusual day But I needed rest More than I have been getting To mend this ankle So the timing's off Paper rings are unbroken Who am I to mind? And work continues Very nearly a full day Despite this respite My dreams amazed me Though only flashes recalled Of this marathon My God amazes A time of meditation In pain, then swift stitched My mind switching gears These times of revelation Draw it with half time 

Job 2:11 (3 friends came, Elihu not mentioned) When Job’s three friends, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite and Zophar the Naamathite, heard about all the troubles that had come upon him, they set out from their homes and met together by agreement to go and sympathize with him and comfort him. Job 32:1-4 (Elihu is there, and has been listening seemingly the whole time, with no explanation how or when he arrived). So these three men stopped answering Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes. But Elihu son of Barakel the Buzite, of the family of Ram, became very angry with Job for justifying himself rather than God. He was also angry with the three friends, because they had found no way to refute Job, and yet had condemned him. Now Elihu had waited before speaking to Job because they were older than he. But when he saw that the three men had nothing more to say, his anger was aroused. Job 36:3-4 (Elihu speaking) "I get my knowledge from afar;     I will ascribe justic...

A storm is brewing My mind drifts at rest with you Under this tin roof I know the raindrops But do they strike differently On midnight's threshold? I feel we're different Except at our very core How could they not be? Life makes love look hard But time will make this easy A walk on the shore Between tile and sand Of echoes, plinks and soft thuds Which do you prefer? I prefer the storms That bring you to my doorway Eyes a shy demand Unspoken request To be brought in from the rain/night And made dry and warm Yes, this night is long But by midnight light the fire Can't help but be seen 

Job 13:7-10 (Job speaking) "Will you speak wickedly on God’s behalf? Will you speak deceitfully for him? Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God? Would it turn out well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you might deceive a mortal? He would surely call you to account     if you secretly showed partiality." This is at the core of this: 1 Corinthians 3:12-15  If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work. If what has been built survives, the builder will receive a reward. If it is burned up, the builder will suffer loss but yet will be saved—even though only as one escaping through the flames. This pairing is critical because it indicates that God has a specific image in store, and claiming falsely to adhere to that image, or adheri...

The sun is shining Puffy clouds float through the sky Had some rain last night Temperatures are down By Phoenix standards at least Below 100 What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide Still the pain remains If I press ankle too hard (Such as walk on it) But day feels alright Though my dream was chaotic It seemed to end well The thrill( ha/')s expired Though it might just be the pain All I want is you You're here more often Running around in my mind Like you're scooching in Midnight brings the rain But it's like I see us still Under that tin roof 

Midnight repeating I feel amplitude growing As does frequency Fly through this rainbow From night to day, through to night I know you'll return Energy abounds And runic rug found suggests An evergreen mark Trees, hats, and knee socks Fall could not get here faster To mark pine's threshold Carved into bedpost Name and number with four points You know just the one Just you know the path So while the rest queue and build Why not ride the red? Midnight skies darkened White over golden still seen I'd watch you all night Patchwork recrafted But I'll not forget colors Flashed as huntess eyes

The transition is surprisingly mundane, but in the lack of fanfare a message is heard nonetheless. Catching the plane as simple as flipping a switch or taking a step, I cannot help but wonder if this was once the juncture of birthing pains, of labor intense. There certainly seemed to be a bit of turbulence before the threshold, but the crossing itself was uneventful so thoroughly that, as I walk through this new place, my mind dwells on what amounts to essentially the nothing that I witnessed in my arrival here. My mind wanders much like my feet, though it finds my brother before I do. It is amazing how l much of one's surroundings one can disregard when their mind is occupied elsewhere. Rather than drawing my attention to the path I am walking though, this second line of thought makes me wonder if my mind has ever not been occupied, in one way or another. Soon mind is a cacophany, as I struggle to juggle new notions and keep persistent ponderings all in the air amidst the din. A l...

The sun is shining Or so I would imagine With light shining through This day of rest starts With a long dream recorded But one I found fun Catastrophe seen Diving right in with a taunt Diving in, indeed But before dream posts I feel a nap coming on A sleep most welcome For I have been pained Plagued by this throbbing ankle But it relents some While walking well waits Sleeping soundly is back on Rest is most welcome Sleep in half the day? Well I don't mind if I do Care to dream with me? Let's ditch the whole scene Finding a place all our own And do what we will 

Would you care to dance Beneath this Harvest Moon('s )light Through these fallow fields? Let's see what's sprouted Without toil of plowman's hand Or yokes placed upon Harvest comes swiftly What roots have still taken hold Sans interference? They run like water Midnights suggest fairy tale Is soon to be gleaned This story half seen Will reaper need to don scythe For that which grows wild? Or is there order Shimmering 'neath midnight moon That defies/fulfills reason/promise? Flag raised tall in eye Defying The Chaos Storm Standing interposed May I have this dance? With hands unbound here from task Other notions bloom

If we are not our brain structure, and not the brain waves generated in said structure, then what are we? Perhaps we are a wanderer in a labyrinth, perhaps we are a wanderer in a storm, but underneath it all it feels like picturing oneself as a wanderer interacting with the external is a valid template to apply, even at the most foundational level. In life it is often easy to assume that we are entirely bound up within life's struggles. How could this be the case from this perspective though, as these struggles are simply one piece of this external that the wanderer ventures through? It feels more applicable to say that this wanderer builds structures, structures designed of the external and occupied at times by the wanderer, a shell that makes life more familiar, perhaps more comfortable. It is in that building, both the process and the structure, that we find ourselves to be who we are today, often chained or at least tethered by the concerns around us. This is not too different ...

The space between heartbeats Has grown too much to bear But on this shared level of singular sadness Only one sound fills the air The sound of your heartbeat Playing out like a song Regardless of impedance Through halls, no matter how long So mine beats faster now As memory coming like a storm begun  Of when I felt your heart beat against mine Now all moments envy this one

The sun is shining Fluffy tapestry of clouds Seen small from window This day is brand new Though realm is still familiar To one we all knew Resonating in Is a place with chains/binds broken My love on her way A slip of the tongue A slide from one realm to next And it is finished The work completing Oh she makes it look easy And makes it look fun Here with my candy I think about all the things That are yet to come August in rear view New Year, Thanksgiving, ahead And birthday today So it's a fine day Mind on incredible things Hands, edible ones :Q

Leviticus 26:34-35 Then the land will enjoy its sabbath years all the time that it lies desolate and you are in the country of your enemies; then the land will rest and enjoy its sabbaths. All the time that it lies desolate, the land will have the rest it did not have during the sabbaths you lived in it. I was just considering, what if there is a crafted perspective where I am seeing and writing this year as if as the fields themselves? It feels like so much is growing, wildly, organically, and perhaps that is because I finally feel "at rest," despite so much still being brought forth.

"'Do you remember?'" In honesty yes and no Is all we can say Know I would like to Witness things you've dreamt about You say I should see Share my perspective On wildest and dirtiest And all in between Our viewpoints differ How broadly's yet to be seen Perhaps never will The fullness of love Is not fathomed with a sigh Or chiseled in words But while we're awake Let midnight memories seep Between yours and mine Might the bad things fade In light of good both agreed At threshold unclaimed/untamed? "'With you in my arms I imagine some stitches Will assuage these scars'"

"I didn't know you were breaking down." "Are there not 12 hours of daylight?" (John 11:9) What could be down when 13 is up? Mirror shatters, reformed into a ball. Fractal patterns to take form of them all. No One resists, none ignores The Bard's call. And so Phoenix forms, to each their own hall. This equinox shines from just up ahead. Harvest moon precedes, to echo what's said.

The sun is rising I miss these later mornings And sweater weather Started work early Might only work half a day Why not make it quick? Had a real nightmare Though its sting has come and gone With write and edit These things repeating Perhaps a way the mind works Number of charges My second dream ruled A family friend, friend, returned Then party began Duo/Trio of women Do they witness each other? Are they intertwined? I guess time shall tell But for now let day begin Inspired by dawn As I count blessings Even while trial goes on The storm's eye opens 

Well after sunset But this vine still feels intact And the night is cool So let's see what blooms Be it almonds from a staff Or love in the air We each have our lines How might we walk between them Betwixt dusk and dawn? Sonder so simple When midnight moon sees us two In realm all our own Something like a dream Wilderness our wonderland Our hours ours alone So let time divide Those rest could not separate To find it complete Renegades at heart A pair of star crossed lovers Watching the stars change Until they are right Let them witness a little Improvisation

A stranger approaches our table in the corner, and we invite him to play a game with us. "D&D" we say, and he looks over at the dice on the table with a sigh. He says, with just a hint of regret "Sadly, in this place, I can, and even must, control the outcome of any die roll. You need not believe me, but just know I could not play such a game as intended, I have never been able to." We look around the table at each other, with a sadness overtaking any sense of incredulity, for why does it matter if he can or cannot do as he says, if he believes it is so and does not play for that reason? Imagining never having the opportunity to roleplay around the table with friends, or even playing something as simple as a fair hand of cards, feels truly awful to a gamer like myself. I consider for a time, and then offer a suggestion. "Can you read my thoughts or with precision predict what I might do next?" He locks his gaze with mine, as if trying to watch my thoug...

The sun is shining Though it's through a haze today Be it clouds or smoke Putting in some work Though time is passing slowly As my mind speeds up Listened to some songs Reminding me of brothers By blood and by choice We built this city We didn't start the fire Now it's time to fight Time to wrap up hands I can feel it in the air Hear it in the tune I am still injured But I get the impression Not the way they think For these words still flow And template of pain now fades Leaving new insights Fight in fallow fields 'Neath midnight moon step by step To see eep (unfold/in bloom/in full)

The Harvest Moon nears A familiar visitor Reminds me of you Transference linking But all too incompletely Screen to door to you Still, it seemed a test To confirm realm and signal How did you see it? Past broken body Did you see my mind healing? Soul gaining resolve? This time is brutal With times scouted can half time Be felt in advance? If you are willing We should have a dance party While the rest marvel With the (joke) we made Posted plainly on the wall After all these years The whole path cleared out So that you may walk to me And knock on my door 

The sun is shining Sky more hazy than cloudy The sun is still hot But it's cold inside For a fire burns within With minor movements It's funny how pain Distracts then sharpens senses A new perspective Am I to take hope But then not accept the pain When God allows it? So the road goes on And I hobble along it Resolved all the more Flames fueling the stars That still shine bright in my eyes And are yet to come While I work today I find in this maelstrom's gusts It's hard to keep up So please grant respite Just enough to take a nap Perhaps dream a dream

The time has begun For midnight espionage Dark gloves in dark halls To loose these bindings Get everything off your chest I'll record it all With fingers most deft My pen is primed for this task To write in/of the dark When our hour comes Will you have cards to stop me Heartbeat racing so? I'd ask if you'd know But with you no half measures Can do task justice So no subtlety Will be employed at half time As you're a handful Expect no secrets To be veiled past this affair Of dark corners probed Though from these rooftops No need's felt to shout plainly  What I bring to light 

If one can wrestle a stranger  Genesis 32:24 So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. And personify a concept, with Word becoming flesh John 1:14 The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. I see no reason why one cannot wrestle with an idea all night long, without having ever been made aware of it directly, only to have it presented clearly years later.

The sun is shining While I remain safe indoors The sun gets hotter I am in such pain I am grateful I could sleep And for comforts here Dreams form a maelstrom For they counterpoint the pain And buoy my soul/spirit Hope bringing a sign In a realm that seemed like hers Sun's resonant song Dice with the devil Seeing man at face value Not reputation What of work today? I'm in a gambling mood Let coin flip decide I praise God today For the heart to see blessings Even when broken Thoughts turn to midnight And how few look to be left Before this game's called

Come and ease my pain At least for a little while While we steal away With unearthly grace Much easier by midnight Than the light of day For who could contest Amongst these silent sleepers A stitch of the flesh? A slip of the tongue Pieces sliding into place So that we can dance A dream if we must But signal ever more clear... What about right here? Running hands through soil Yes, the road has been muddy But you feel like home Come tell your story On this long night I'm all ears Let words heal my soul Cutting to the bone With the grace of a surgeon And doctor's true heart 

The sun is shining The excessive heat warnings A daily echo This day feels mundane Though it is a holiday So (restful/lazy) as well I fed cat and birds Walked down to the corner store Spent too much money Tough with my ankle To make more efficient trips For the time being This Achilles' Heel Growing weary of this game Do you not want more? If you want me fit I'll be needing more than this Body breaking down Perfect on the way In this my faith remains strong Despite these pitfalls Oh, and a blessing! Tiny lizard was spotted On my kitchen floor!

Tide so familiar Rose with this midnight riptide Yet did not sink ship Instead the garment Of which I've caught just a piece Rallies this (vessel/sailor/captain) For with these two hands I will be claiming it all This is a promise Not some fleeting bet Through storm, cold, mud, flames, and flood You stayed anyway "'Time and time again And again 'till beach is reached 'Till the beach is reached'" Echoes 'neath the moon Seen clearly through biting rain/pain Just east of season They've tried to stall us They have even succeeded 'Till midnights' whispers The comms established I will take megaphone to One more (silent/static) night

A sense of sonder settles, permeating from the pockets of eep as I whistle through halls. I never thought I could sense it, I certainly never assumed I could honestly bear it, but now, at this distance, such a sensation fits like a glove. Given the time and the space and the right hand to guide, not a single soul is beyond emerging from these pockets, and I feel them in layers beyond layers beyond layers, in fractal patterns that I had never considered in full until now. I realize that this Night of Mysterious Objects does not happen at random, though its celebration very well may. In a timeless place it is happening now and has always been happening; with causality an agreement not stuck in darkened spaces, who is to say which began as dust and which still are? It is I who aligns with this signal once in something like a blue moon, it is I whose present perspective suddenly senses that which may never have been and which may not yet be, but I imagine it so, I imagine it so. While I am...