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December 7, 2009

take the tongueout of the twistto taste the allin all that is

wipe the windowsfrom the mist

to dance the edgesof each breath

until the starsthat eyes had missed

grow intoour retinas

as we constructand reconstruct

the entitiesthat we call us

we split innityto be

a quintessentialprophecymagnifyingwho we are

into what neverwas before.

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December 10, 2009

ice resculptsthe whitened pond

grass hangs frostinto the ground

a brittle suntoo cold for snow

winters meinto the cold

but hidden undercoat and hood beneath scarves

and mittened hands a silent surge

from breath to bloodtransports me

summer

into warm.

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December 12, 2009

above the ice and swim of sh

suspended cold - a water dropevolving out of what is notfrom silvered pond to frozen rock

within the waking of our sleepwhere all is neither day nor night

we dropped our yester-selves to catchthis moment when the water stopped

suspended between here and there the world edges shift and spilltransforming us into the more

that we could never touch before.

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December 13, 2009

i am antediluvianmushrooming a frozen sunto catch the morning in this fogof underwater shivering beyond the planet of my eyegolden sh swim into iceand pale grass clouds into snow with frosted buddha statued still

collapsing outward through the dayi fracture into imagesthat dance across the splintered pondin crystalline realities between the snowake and the breatbetween the statue and the fencefragmented to a hundred selvesall born out of the god i am

in each moment of my stare

wonderment grows multipleas if i am a mirror ballballooning to encompass all around within above below arctic winds refract the braininto the opposites of sameand everywhere i am is now the hoary buddha watching all.

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December 18, 2009

long and wide and silver palelow mists weave a frozen shore

as if some giant fantasywas drawing me into its world

across the grey-white frosted dreami walk on water staring downinto the depths of icy realms

where goldsh dart to secrecy

i am the ancient pacing skies

with shadow boots till suddenly

i CRACK their wintered rmamentand vanish from their ruptured sky.