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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 Skies7

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

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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 worldContinue reading “Forehead Awareness”

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