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Falling
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it’s the way sunlight comes through the window
when no one is home to see it
like a song playing
when no one is bothering to listen
without waiting
your eyes close
catching up with your mind
that already went to sleep
recording layer upon layers
afterthoughts
under cover of darkness
dipping into all those sun rays
raising suspicions
stridently emphatic
snowflakes are falling everywhere
and no one is bothering
to listen
.
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Absolutely
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wistful waiting
for absolutely nothing
all day long
for days on end
while occupied with everything
twenty-four seven
in the sun
the rain
the wind
the light
the dark
the reasons undisclosed
overindulged expectations
notwithstanding
small suppositions
never fully realized
lives lived
in a breath
involuntary
evolutionary
unabashedly discretionary
involuntarily evidentiary
mildly aghast
nothing
never
comes
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None Taken
“No offense,” she said. “I was just trying to make a point.”
It didn’t make any difference to me. I wasn’t listening. It was her eyes. I was lost in the mysterious feeling I was experiencing from the way they commanded my attention. It didn’t matter that she occasionally over-formed her mouth when she spoke certain words.
There was a person in there and I didn’t know who that person was. Something about her eyes seemed familiar.
For most of my life, I had no reason to consider the idea of reincarnation. I had no reason to consider New York, either, but that didn’t mean it didn’t exist. For all I know, reincarnation has been happening since the beginning of time. How is it that there are infants who demonstrate abilities beyond their years?
Sometimes I wonder if I am remembering someone from one of my previous lives. What if I went to grade school with this person? Could they have lived across the road when I was a kid? What about those three months when I lived in Detroit Lakes? Who was that woman in tech school? How many people have I interacted with during my working life?
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Oh, sorry –no offense– I was just distracted for a moment there. If you were 45 years older, I’d ask if we’d met somewhere before.”
“None taken.”
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Snippets
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random snippets
flashing in distorted order
photo-realistic memories
no longer connected
to reality
changing names
won’t make a difference
about what happened
the way it seems to have happened
the looks in all of our eyes
the laughter
always eye-watering laughter
usually just after
tension is broken
in sensational ways
ways we will remember
in any order
for the rest of our days
including last night
on the off-beats
as the music faded out
leaving goosebumps
and tingling spines
in its disappearing wake
.
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Nonsense
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piles of rocks and drama
far from the hurricanes that spin
synchronized unintelligibly
silently smiling from within
socked for centuries on the chin
maximizing memories mixed in
something seems amiss
electrons that once aligned
these days they simply don’t
with a difference that keeps reverberating
at an ever-increasing pace
voluminous echoes of nonsense
dribbling endlessly in
into the “out” door
even against the wind
against the cart
meticulously placed
well before that proverbial horse
on the obvious hill
no one would ever choose
if they thought
for once it’d be possible
humanity could actually win
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Relative Something 