you were wisdom
or you were not wisdom
you were restlessness
in the face of winter
you knew emotional devastation
& were proud
to have retained so many
traces of what went before
what suffered in you
what told you how things were
even though they were not

I feel like I’m in free-fall
a regime of tiny plummetings
impossible to overthrow
floors slipped away
or dispersed into a vague oblivion
so many imperceptible plunges
so close together in time
it feels like unrelenting free-fall
irreversible retreat
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tantas peculiaridades no vistas
tantos cantos de tremendo porvenir
no escuchados ni entendidos
porque en el fondo
vivimos construyendo capa por capa
sistemas de aislación
cada vez más densos
y el cuerpo nos traiciona
y se van los sentidos
y desde un escondite preferido
en medio de todos los ídolos
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Suddenly, she is swept up, taken off, by remorseless shadows. She is taken in by specters, haunts and villains. She is detailed and detained. Enmeshed. Embedded. Dethroned. Defrocked. She is questioned. Why? Why do you exist? And do you believe you exist? And do you believe?

You are the tip of the enemy’s spear. You are poison cloaked in truth. You are the mischief we seek to empty from this world. You are, like any other earthen vessel, breakable, and we intend to break you.

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En tierras familiares, de nuevo
De repente
Visto y olvido, no visto
Y aquí está
Como una bofetada en la cara
Que te deja dormido
Y te vuelves a olvidar
Aire que respiras y te deja
Sin respiración.
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How shall I fill in the last
Page of this notebook?

A memory carry-on loosely bound
Together by an overstretched

Elastic band; lonely, dog-eared
From coutless days of faithfulnes

Ink-blotted from wet
Smudges on its back

I thought a few lines of reverence
Would do the trick

I thought a cartrigdeful of
Squiggly markings

Would keep it satisfied
For the night

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With a penny drop I remember
With aloofness I seem to remain
The city that stirs below me
The lights of which
Crawl down a lane.

I’ve come to see it all
From a distance
As though my feet had stalled
On the ground of tiered asphalt
Soil of history’s gnaw

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The creative approach to language, the expressive urge, the impact of a whim to let the unseen meaning come to be seen, come into the light: to write creatively, one must know how to think without the limiting slant of convention, and this means to recognize, to fashion, to come upon new forms and counterweights, new allowances, and to effect bold innovations in the way words and sounds and currents of meaning are matched and provided for…

To think about achieving new cosmologies, to think outside the geometry of the known (or presumed) universe, we must first come to the understanding that rule-based thinking is designed to leave us with thoughts that re-affirm the underlying preconceptions, the rules…

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Things are so ancient resembling silence
Universal truth helping the belonging
To be formed into oneness
Corners of all the dimensions come together
To form perfect dimension

Looking through the crystal light
Energies emerge shaping the force
Keeping it all in time
Keeping it all in balance

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Being shaped by my desires no more
Only dreams to guide me
Walking forward in the truth
One Voice and One Vision
Creating the destiny
Forming the desires made for me

Knowledge is replacing folly
Hidden truths no longer in the distance
Aware of all that is needed
Belonging that is not of this world
An embrace that cannot be replaced

Hearing loudly and clearly
Simple and poignant
With acute repetition
Foundations of new layers
Solidified

Climbing the steps of the ladder
Two at a time with
Excitement and joy
The profound becomes normal
On higher ground I cannot be affected

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