(untitled)#47

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from source to soul

detoxify the mirage –

a matrix of lies

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each train ride –

a tourniquet of boredom

constricting my heart

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character review:

a blank personality –

my poker face

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descrying this world

conscientiously objecting

to normalcy

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methods twist –

where darkness falls – reason lies

invoking nature

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earth, water, air … fire!

fingers twist conjuring shapes

transforming futures

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bitter thoughts attack

 inaction’s utter violence –

the calm in my eyes

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the mundane facade

before it is unleashed

prepare for the storm

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feel the pressure wave:

smell the rain before it falls –

hear the gust – it comes!

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sliding doors open

silently disappearing

the calm of the night

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this thread I walk –

this tangled web:

where dost it lead?

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(untitled)#46

Haiku-heights theme: desert

long my shadow falls

across your sheer faces –

the low angled sun

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a fine thread sewn

into the curved hips of dunes

footsteps in the sand

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each grain of rice climbs

the arcuate dune lifting

ripple by ripple

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yearning for water

winds dry the salt on my skin

a deceitful kiss

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the sky shimmers

seven colours play

with promise

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sand grains jump

excitedly

emulating rain

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just a shower

of heavenly light – all else

evaporates

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The Darker

Photograph of the Moon through Pine trees at night

the moon through pine trees

In the sun you do not see me,
standing where your shadow falls
In the night you cannot hear me
although in silence blackness calls.
In the darkness, see the starlight
not visible in day
and in the realm of opal moonlight
rest you – by the window stay.
A fool is what people would call me
a master of deceit and lie
as real as your blackest nightmares
only gentler come whistling by.
In the breeze my weak flame sputters
casting dark, on dark, the night:
but in the gloom can stand – aphotic
so that you can see the light.