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RETURN

RETURN

I rent a
flower

am renting it
right now

rented one
yesterday

this one though,
is special,

before
petals fade,
colour
fades

need to
take it back
get a full
refund, perhaps
      even
accrued interest

good flower
good money

time waits
for no
     man

but this
is how we
make time

time
   (that strange
German sage
said it
again
   and again)

time
is illusion
a fiction

time
is
  return

in all
its horror
and beauty
  

UNAWARES


UNAWARES

on the farm
days meander

what time
does you demon
declare to be

the short hand has
become the lomg hand
has become a ballistic needle
to doom Saturn and
the rock planets
and the rest
of the gas giants
to loneliest existence
unobserved
     for the rest
of eternity

network
with me now
let’s try retrospect, do
our collective level
best
   to piece this
       all together

thesaurus of causalities
every clue connects, and
there’s a plethora
all leading to clues
within
   clues within clues
finding us back where we began

and the text
of all we have, that fickle river,
runs away from us
     flows different with
every new
question we just
          have to ask

no stepping for once into
the once and all

Heraclitus knew this
full well

but now he has gone
we have gone

seems a miracle of massively
metaphysical proportions
is what the rewriting
      of who we are
requires

on the farm where time
takes it easy, is prone
                     to suspend things

change will catch you
fantastically unawares

COLUMBINE

COLUMBINE

we came across
a fallen city

at its heart
there was
a labyrinth

and at
the heart of this
labyrinth
there was a demon

very little of
this culture,
this society remains
not enough to
give a reasonable
picture of
what they were like
the people
who lived here

except we are
pretty sure
we can infer
they were
extremely militaristic

and, perhaps
in the fear that
the shadow of
their conquests
engendered

conducted
savage sacrifices
of the youth
who perhaps tried
in vain to suggest
more peaceful ways

AND FILE

AND FILE

imminent
immanent

who knows
cares

what these words
                       mean?

whether they circle
each other in a loop

stand in
       series

rank and file

or jostle with each other
flex their muscles

or scratch like stones
giving
           sparks

birthing
fire

DAWN

DAWN

dawn

but it is never
a true dawn is it?

always just a metaphor
for a thing that can never be

and so that border zone
between soft light
and soft darkness
must surrender

the light proclaims itself
another day, and
big deal

soon the machine warms up
sets itself the task
of fulfilling
        the mandate

day as before, as yesterday,
as every day that has ever been

ONE AND ONLY

ONE AND ONLY

imagine
you are one
moment
   naked in
the street
in Hamburg

the one before
in Strawberry Fields
with Yoko

the next
     being introduced to
Paul

the next being blown
away by a jealous soul
with a snub-
nosed special

imagine a
         world become
so non-linear

everything you are and were
revolving forever on a carousel

imagine that
    Mr Sergeant Pepper’s
one and
    only Billy Shears