An empty bowl runs away
For the tears of itself
I brocade with the meek
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An empty bowl runs away
For the tears of itself
I brocade with the meek
From the yowl of deer
A vortex a bangle
The way of the present
Neon scars are
The last junipers
Pluckings-from
A wing a wing
A new geometry
The last shape
This skyr, thus dolphined
A righteous one
The origin of a various leaf
I bring the deer and I bring
Theremin tears, O
When a seed burns
Have you played music with the archetypes
And prayed with the gods
And the totality
Says the Buddha to a Buddha
A green heart
And what is the real garden
As the great whales fly by
A tincture-man in our eyes
That frays the frays
Glassy eyed and laughing
With these classy forests
I mumbled
This xeroxed life of mine
A way, a berry, a color
After the grandest eye
He who limps to the microphone
And in a heightened clarity
Unribbons
A world in an egg
A camoflauge sun
The night and its calligraphy
A scavenger of timbres
Along the hydrangeas and the oceans
Bring tea, bring quinces
At the juncture of turquoise deer
A complete bow
Then a golden applause
The dance of the saddest wind
Like a varying halo
Mostly
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In the perfect, the gloaming
A war in all dimensions
Chartreuses / ssss.
To shine with a blue sky
Always and always
The ice cream
In a meadow I eat Indian food
And soar like that
Another
I am the lupine-clock
A shrouding of
A vaporing of
In the wildwood streams
A convention of aoxlotls
Wind in the winds
The willow, the yarrow
Absolute and rooted
Like a street of philosophers
I move a chair to a different wall
And that universal realization
Smiles
From a hundred feet I galvanize
The highest ore
Be that
The cry of Avaloketsvara
Brings my palms together
And unifies all
I set out to strum in every cafe
And laugh with the parables of
To the new bliss
Lynch gazes at the light
And opens his arms
He is going home
A palimpsest within
Dazedly
And black currants
As lunacy prevails
A circular breath
As a deer blinks
Awe for the sanctuary
Like a kind demon
I jangle the way
From the core to the industrial
The moon is a wheel
And numbnesslessly
A man vomits you
Out of many golden moments
The wheat dies
A coalescing of the myriad strings
And all my vagabonds
In a rhyminglessness
Salt of the mirror
Walking amongst the licorice
As the sky wavers
The bells, the fizzies, the twang
I banquet it
Like a fallen dove
As a simorgh is flown
To the awesome chasms
This is its eye
The unfolding of a tangerine
Like water over stones
Believe in the void
I throw a kitchen sink
Through a museums wall
Laughter resounds
Walk on the walking
Like a bird with one wing
Describe the evening
Industrial hip hop and a cicada
Speaking dharmas to dharmas
Notoriously dark
As the baphomet is feasting
On a bag of needles
A new rain falls
Distilling pain into light
Walking on the back of a whale
A vacation among armadillos
Among the serene, among
A rising of the trilliums
My tea, that good
I renounce myself in the uproar
As a field of cinnamon
And strike the sky
No more gradients
The cello lasts
Under the stones
I roll on like a stone
A kind of serenity
Blooms, blossom
Thus spake the painting
After the word
Before the winged ones
From the lame-o’s the same old
The rites of T.S. Eliot
And a bashed up heaven
The tangerine upheavals
In a thought of brine
The universe is a stupa
I am made of wires and feathers
An oatmeal man
The telephone wires sparkle
A star hums and chirps
With my star shaped heart
I welcome the breezes
From this towering height
I see a grain of salt
And die over and over
In the twilight, I fall
All my droogs are nomads
With mangos for faces
Lessons in pomegranate cultivation
And whirlwind philosophers
Vacant lot experts
The first tattoo and the last
A hundred oceans
Live, change, die
Be the floppy wheel
And the parking lot crows
And only buy one apple
How gossamer the
A feral flowering
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The mic is ungraspable
In a velvet planet
Listen for the center
Beyond these dimensions of
The pure lilac
A dervish walks
A very shining
An array
In nearness
For the last hour or moment
In a waterfall of onenesses
Operations, larches
The first molecule, the last hallelujah
A carrying of salt
Laughing with the tangerines
I banquet as the day falls
Like the frigate birds above us
And the ions begin to dance
golden eyes
wolf canoe
in the high cedars
I listen to the flowers talk
And repair the sky
Like a holy watch maker
Avalanche of loving kindness
Saturn lapses, lapses
In a floating sky
A perimeter of quartz
Belongs to the banana king
With a view of the zone
Inner being of the winds
Walk with me through the clouds
Be a mountain
Yet the heron yet
The blinking of moon flowers
Immensities forever
The mountain mirrors me
A cormorant alights
The river unfolds
One melon, one in zazen
The portrait of an outlet
Laughter falls and falls
Flight of the prayer flags
From the center of every atom
A door in the skull
With light streaming
I seek out amoebas
Marauding with the ancients
The world falls away
A neu wisdom
Reach into the emerald
Like a laughing mountain
And golden parsely
Casio of the heart
Bless each kingdom
Unking the fleeting fields
Sadness in the reeds
Follow the grackle home
In silken turns
Free of old geometries
The wild distances
Awe in the wind
Mind of grasses and stones
High on voodoo
Stream in the sky
I fray, I fray
(edgings in lavender-blinkings
Tears fall and fall
From true chakras
Molecules, friends
The night mountains
After the simple lunacy
Of of of
The cave glyphs shine
Like the lizard’s expanses
A sufi’s forest
Out of the rhyzomes
Vacant sky of skies
Abide, begin
Reprimand the crocuses
Float with the starlings
A grain of sand bursts
A continuous green and circle
The leafing of the forehead
A dancer, a tesselation
Says the sassafrass shaman
Bursting with sugar
Alighting on the sky
The invisible clef
And hummingbird robots
momentary
GG Allin in a time morph
Resurrected by a hamsa
The constant flowering
I cry out to the junipers
Like an emperor in the weeds
Signs of a free war
Listen to the dancerings of
My bible is in the sky
Mint mint mint
Myriad pepermint
The ungraspable alien like
Causes unbroken
Our puppeted world
Kindness rises
The angle of a wing
On salt then
Welcome the king of cicadas
Dreams in the heart
And fonkier than
A ballet of the injured
Hurry the proto messiah
Let faces peal
The dairy of the white page
Locusts from lotuses
Until the bleeding library
Like a blue seraphim
Actualized by hip hop
That that strong wisp
Axis of the eternal
Curry the varying
The jackalopes bloom again
Lovely are the last flowers
This painting this view
A lot of azure waves
Manifesting coins and winds
Torrential kindnesses
Edge of the known
Straight to the unbelievers
A feather a feather
Antiques in the air
The dandies sweeten
Four gods align
In a new mega basin
Trees uplift
Notes varying in the heavens
Bicycles unsequenced
A boreal enigma
Like the saddest mountain
Originally one
Beneath the granite
From each shining bread
Laughter in the leaves
Rewind the azalea hearts
On a macabre path
Totalitarian
From a floating bulb
In a remix of fens
My songs glide
The coffee of breaking
A canvas with blood
Hitchhiking to
The dart the arrow the flower
Warfare and perfect peace
A flying deer
God in the core
The first dandelion
Everywhere the geodes
The sacred dust the numinous
Implosions at the corners of the world
Be a nebula man
Virtuoso of thought forms
A rolling egg
No satori no kensho
Scoop out the bits
My brain is free
Selah monkey ones
I bring cedars to the chantings
At a fucked up midnight
Dig the sky-yarrow
The wrists of always
Vagabonds in the sedges
A two headed bird
In the crucifix, gold
A vortex in the forehead
Serene serentities
I am the dark-ceiling
We who ride free
Four hundred mantis faces
This definitive way
Axial in the cortex
Burning in a nebula
I pedal the petals
To abstract skies
A lion in the rye
As my brain-shattered in golds
The first maniac
A discotheque of murmurations
Sunshine and licorice
A floating diamond
Bring the cinnabar