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Phoenix

I see you. Sometimes I see you. Below the surface, past your eyes, I see the thing you are inside. And when I do, it flows beyond all boundaries. A blurry aura barely visible here, but swelling past the puny … Continue reading

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Porous

They say that from a quantum view there’s no clear line between me and you. I imagine my skin sloughing off into the air, but I think it’s probably beautiful, more like staring at the sun. Are we all rooms … Continue reading

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False

What of the Truth! Say, what is that? It’s me and you and we and not; my truth is here, yours is there. Ours is both, yet neither too. One plus one is one, not two, when it comes to … Continue reading

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Adrift

The western sky is clear: no tall clouds, no sudden gales or chop. Still I drift, try as I may. The voyage made, the distance covered, wasted. To reach safe harbor, but with no moorings, no anchor or kedge. Twisting … Continue reading

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Words are a poor substitute for knowing: Like the screaming dial tone of old internet. Like smoke signals, ambiguous and transitory, vainly trying to convey the full-flaming sentience of their source. Much worse though, for their pride. Like buckshot, making … Continue reading

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Migrations

I perch in place in time and space, and not quite understanding. I don’t doubt though that upon this bough I’ve made the proper landing. For where I alight is a joyous sight for those around me standing, So I … Continue reading

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Coquí Finds His Voice

Now as then, on Borikén, an island in the Caribbean Sea, an amphibian is always singing; the frog says his name “Coquí!” Coquí sang with pride on a branch outside, and wove the night together. His faith abides in his … Continue reading

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