COMPASS HOME TO THE UTMOST

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I’ve walked to sleep through
Velvet green, with only
An instinct to guide me home
I’ve been the better part
Of a biological simulation
An erotic country of desire
I’ve dreamed across youth
On the brief threshold of experience

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For a vacancy drenched in sunlight
And a heart spent wholly in solitude
I’ve hungered for a music
I never heard, and for ideals
That could not exist in this world

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I’ve tread water for pure transitions
To accompany my soul to her
Speed of light, to the ultimate
Expression of who I was:
A lack of satiety on the brisk Spring’s edge
A taster in the honeycomb of Summer

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I’ve held my own hand in destiny
All things are words of some strange tongue
And each symbol a fading picture
In my mind, all culture a gibberish
Of socialization, how obscure, bizarre
That I should know myself a diviner thing
And feel compassion for the history of the world.

THE UNKNOWABLE COSMOS

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How incredible, the room which you evoke
Advice from the muses, or the sound
Of Spring from your lamplit desk

ii

We outgrew our rants on philosophy
But beauty grew on us, like poetic
Suspense, or our understanding
Of the Cosmos, until we enter

iii

A midnight where the memory of writing ends
The Universe a designed simulation?
Where slight uncertainty gives us
A need for Faith, and doubt raises
More questions of how incredible

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It all is, the Divine inclination to grow
To need to know more, and finally
The complacency to silence that is
So necessary to truly enjoy time

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Still, some things always escape us
Mirrors of the moment or the window’s token blur.

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INTO CREATION

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I heard a poem in my mind
Forceful, lyrical, weary –
The honest trial of the literary sublime

Made fertile by writing’s play
God’s desires in natural phrase
The Divine word resounded indeed

Rebuilt, refreshed, released
From the past, I heard
The future’s signature here
Inspiration’s subjective pursuit
Into timelessness, rapture’s dopamine-surge

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I heard a quotation in my mind
Established, reborn, renouncing –
The sublimation of everything

Making delight out of defeat
The simplest leisure of a thinking thing
To make a living from boundless pride

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To surrender lengthened life for
The genius of an artistic moment
The last resort, the poetic need
A chosen treasure, a soft aptitude
To praise the passing of a peaceful mood.