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"this morning
thirty-nine past four
the wolf light
we saw a perfect white deer
a milky mist of wonder
standing still
with merciful eyes

looking at us"



XLI

His sound rains sparks of light
Leaking fire from kilns of kings
Slowly hammering out bronze ardour
Hissing old hot rules, once true

Her tiny little kingfisher soul
Beating on his mighty chest
Sighing we release her here, again
Forget about fear of being free

She then peels herself from her kernel
Passion glowing in cerulean lustre

 

 

 

XLII

Light pours from her little flower garden

Her blushing sun dancing, singing dawn

A bright blue ribbon in the wind
Playful swifts flit like childish thoughts


What she sees in his ocean eyes
The searching of the questing fool
Belonging to something much larger
Broken bonds from veils of dreams

The promises we ask for
Soft moon shine as the sun rises

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"hélas

we hesitated once
when childish snarls forbade us
stopping us, easily

and now
something missing
so make me another

please
let me see you do it"



XLIII

Master of stolen waves
You stroll with an assured bounce
Natural, proud, with savage joy
Sure of where we keep our love

Fitzcarraldo, scaring off the natives
With masterful glance and bold bravado
We shall overcome, hear us
Life remastered, for us all

But nothing changes, really
You will be glad to learn

 

 

 

XLIV

We freely joined this dance 

Weaving agile flames about us

Ignorant from dread and nothingness

We see only stunning lightbeams

 

See your chariot drawn by amber horses

Shine upon this divine life
The iridescent courage you release
To be free from hellish baboons, prancing

Make our eager ears and eyes
Mouths keen to spread the word

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"our heart

this carmine trophy

belongs to us

truly
a simple charm
rids us all of pain

an old fortress
as time starts now
let it go
allow healing”



XLV

A soft full moon unites what is divided
Sun chasing her round the cobalt night
The sphere of music
An echo in endless circles

The sweetest thing that ever held breath
I embrace her luring limbs
She is most real
Blessed fire, freed from fraud

Curving round my bed
Lovelier than anything

 

 

 

XLVI

Nothing moves these ancient roots 

Nourished by our chant

The guard leaves the long day open
Us still ploughing round it


Vestigial heavy heaving breath
Trails falling autumn leaves
Whiffs of meaning changing light

Sure they can not linger

We anticipate all this time
Drenched in vastness

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"illumination

we harbour seeds and fruits
bursting with knowledge

potent
waiting for pauses

in resonance
when we glow with passion

vibrate

and, finally, open"



XLVII

A bronze couraged breeze foretold
How our deepest dreams will end
Beating slowly, one, two, three
A chapel of booming atoms

All we ever wanted
Sacrificial beasts and flashing sickles
Truths ripped from edgy depths
Nailed in fabled pleasures

Six, seven, still prizing time
Our eyes the yoke of oxen

XLVIII

Sometimes modest rulers knock on our gate
Herald a truth fest, wider than it is high
As they say, a king’s messenger
Illuminating dark, weaving words of trickery

The old guard dealing passwords
Lives to which nobody objects, really
He knows we all need Maia’s son
He, that closes mouths with a kiss

Thief and heir to godlike rapture
Leads us into blameless peace

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"or this

 

trumpets 

celestial harmonies
infinite vistas
we are holding hands
hear light-hearted bells
concord enrobes us
angels stare
a deepening trance


gloria"



XLIX

We gaze through our thin windows

Steamed up with tainted tears
Where is this place we will not find
Wrapped in wilting wanderlust

After travelling far and choosing right
We are left with earthly senses
And trees leaking fables
Not ever seeing more than allowed

Our shimmering abandon 
Here with one thing on our mind

 

 

 

L

The old titan rests here
In our god-coloured eyes
Uprooting subterranean urges
Spewing essential rage

Heads tilted, we listen intently

Deafened by his name

Urge him to unfold wings
Hear him tread mossy feet

He was just here, you know
You see him, now you don’t

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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