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Nope. Not today.

Like the title says. Nope. Not today.
The burnt smell of oil and electricity
++is overpowering.
The cold weather has bitten off
++the tips of my fingers.
There’s a brushed metal sky
++with only diffuse reflections.
I can only picture Mr Natural
++and his collectible polyesters.
I can only hear my heartbeat
++in these clogged sinuses.
No whispers from the skeletal trees
++and their patience.
No honking from the passing boats
++just off shore.
Better luck tonight, if you can
++decipher the tinnitus.
Better luck tomorrow, if you can
++tell one day from the next.

(dtn)

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The greatest fears of our times

As children
++we harbor
++an innate fear
of darkness
and the myriad assaults
++on our evolution
++the unknown threatens.

As adults
++we learn
++fear is a tool
and the darkness is merely
++a collection of wonders
++the light has yet to uncover.

As parents
++we learn
++once again
to fear the darkness,
++specifically when coupled with
++drippy sinuses and
++++sensitive gag reflexes.

(dtn)

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Night’s muse

There’s an intimate pain in how each day prunes the stars away, how even the clarity of color is a blinding veil between us and the infinite. If only the dreams that usher in the sunrise would linger just a little longer we could paint the trails of our favorite constellations behind the passing clouds, but the weight is more than our gazes can bear, leaving us instead to the horizons that come and go like the echoes of a breeze. After all, it is the spin of the earth below our feet that gives us a place in the unending void to call home, but also these heavy chains keeping our boundless imaginations in check.

(dtn)

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All these things

If I could take
all these filthy things
and make them clean

If I could take
all these grizzled things
and make them smooth

If I could take
all these unfinished things
and make them whole

If I could take
all these wistful things
and make them true

If I could take
all these shimmering things
and make them yours

But I can only take
these things within reach
and hope that’s enough

(dtn)

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A mile

So, shoes a man make?
I’ve split the sole on this pair.
Shouldn’t have run, huh?

(dtn)

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The gains in loss

I had a shadow once,
a soul to call my own,
my trajectory toward the stars,
a locus in the cosmos,

but then you came
one after the other
to sweep the vagaries away
with quick laughter
and fierce sincerity,
filling the moments
between seconds
like water
++in sand
+++in stones
++++in seas

with a new shadow
unfettered and wild
as a rising sun whose fingers
reaching for the horizon
are but memories
++of a journey
+++through a galaxy
++++long since past.

(dtn)

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Dressing for a salad of words

Horizons, eventful
and otherwise, unwise
superstitious decisions
unrelentingly witty,
which is to say true,
yet somehow questioned
with flavors of the day,
seasoned by seasons
and tiresome seances;
shadows are feet
with incomplete tops
spun by fibers of light,
but the thought is enough
to make anyone dizzy

(dtn)

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