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Pieces of Sky
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October 29

 

PIECES OF SKY

 

 

 

The sky falls in pieces and clutters around my feet.  Scattered are the moon, stars and sun.  Fear and desire have consumed all the rest.  Great tides of resentment wash away reality and replace it with illusion and propaganda.  What am I to do when want drives the course?  Satisfaction is unknown; the luminous butterfly I believed extinct has not yet come to me.  I leave the shards of life to tinkle as I stumble through them and forget to ask for wings of sweet contentment from unexplored realms.  Paper dreams burn with fervor; I peer to see what stands behind.  The gracious weather carries me as a seed to a vaulted canopy, celestial spaces, buoyant and fertile.  I will grow away from the rarefied fragments of unrealistic vistas, sinking roots deep in cohesion and truth.  Pieces of sky melt to rainbows; home is the nature of things.

 

 

Jingle your intellectual change.

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On a Half-shell in Front of Tiffany’s

 

Pretty petty pearls wait in oysters

more perturbed than annoyed.

I string my tears for the sake of posterity

leaving the dreams to fend for themselves.

 

I am nothing if not splendidly prepared

for a life less steeped in wishes than realism.

Opening volleys tell a tale of round irritation,

but I am not finished just yet.

 

Joy comes from surpassing obstacles

and wearing healed grief

as precious gems around my neck.