Words...S Brian Adam
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 isn’t it essential coming about the surveying form
intrinsic drawing stony autography my grafting to meaning achieves me it asks
me and says in one breath of me I am made of an example the answering stone
says to me such as it is you see in me I walk through space it behooves to do
it quietly meaning in creation quietly and no intrusion anywhere a command and
understand through relentless offering it is the way of the land it ran
glorious cacophony a silence concerning souls considering winding-round in
space leafy-grace in a place each one I have a face incarnate place my face
instant
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