Words of S Brian Adam
and stars a seeing there a dreaming
lake of total substance swallows and digests and offers visions of birds and
things flitting about and coming to rest a middle-night-place with its face a
noon-day sun two glows in one face a space of motioning acknowledging its own
need for grace to be a token face itselfs own longing dimension collected
arches on the towers built to keep the precious things the periodical one the
human body my souls mystery wanderer magnificat I hear the sound-song of joy
learned no matter what in these atmospheres of my one once born I know and want
to know the sun in one eye and the moon in the other my the first to make this
out without effrontery the mystery trials of souls history again my story
unfolds for me to see my eyes glow for the next time’s sake it is the
victory of companions in ceaseless companionship retrieving always maintenance
it does itself agree in first reading consciously what is the literal there is
of it so in the sublime a rhyme a briefly once lit tireless relating time the
literal of here it is devoted task of here it is entering I am aroused its own
the word becoming plurals of one to a voice the only one of root mirror myself
required to reveal my face up and down while a squirrel thumps the ground up
and down exceeding possibilities she this squirrel smiles at me and I see this squirrel
facing me understanding mirrors there facing in and away and the squirrel aids
me in materiality the source of streams lakes and water things merciless
purposes autobiography is there a literal map of me a rooted thing that may be
seen forever dependent as a song a literal ocean waves its arms the mirror
waves back I am a balancing act I can I see I listen to me and repeat see can I
see these are waves and clipped and clipping verbiage has too a playing way
smiling at me audaciously mirrored in the ocean and its waves all smiling
voraciously for me
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