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In So Far

                   Think: engross. Daydreams of sin?
                 blood overdose. Want I should go?
               extra close. Escape options are?
             from over. First word of an avatar.
         Same breath. Not gradable. As designed.
         I found all three stones you left behind.

                                   [posted for Sara as of date written]


                            I'm through. My word. Will it go on?
                        Not gone…
                     I'm out. My dream. Will it touch anyone?
                            Not done…
              I'm blank. My kiss. Will it die unknown?
                                Not alone…
       I'm lost. Change? Good or bad, overblown.
           Do tell them, love, what all I've written down
           if but to keep some scrap of me around —
                                       not gone, not done, not alone.


Faintest Ink

                                   "The faintest ink 
                                   is more powerful than 
                                   the strongest memory." 
                                          — Chinese Proverb
My faintest ink will its own memory
indelibly transcribe in absentee
reminders of a dream I'd tried to think
immune to fading. Words I've drowned out sink
in silence smudging visions I'll foresee. 

Not long from now, what's credited to me
will tangle up with indistinct debris
until it's all gone gray. These lips will drink
                                   my faintest ink. 

Yet I'll outlast my feeblest poetry
in fancy only. Words are always free
to take on new lives, whereas past lives shrink
to ghosts' remembrances, a casual blink
what might've come if I'd but chanced to be
                                   my faintest ink. 
                                          [posted for Sara as of date written]

As Winter Came

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Then the weeds, which were forms of living death,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Fled from the frost to the earth beneath."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—Percy Bysshe Shelley
As winter came calling, we were caught
still too far south, missing out on any shot
making it back home icy roads. Immune
to magic, cold hard facts of time laid ruin
to any step we'd dreamed past where we got.
Like stubborn weeds, we should've known to squat
beneath the malice pelting us like hail's onslaught.
All hope at survival was to've died as soon
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as winter came. 

Summer so quickly forgets the love it brought
to life.  Shadows stretch out.  What's not
living off its death, under the weight of a moon
overloaded with frost, sank in its tomb
abandoned, faded to an afterthought
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as winter came. 
                                                                   [posted for Sara as of date written]

Impossibly Simple

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Things should be made as simple as possible 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀- no simpler." —Albert Einstein
To them, it's impossible making it through what I went through
coming out the other side in one piece, my alter ego's déjà vu
inverted through a seizure's wormhole there and back, that sim-
ple, that uncomplicated by relative motion, by random whim.
To them, what happened's too straightforward for it to be true.
One need not be an Einstein.  What one seizure bypasses, two
back to back can't miss.  Had I not first found someone who
knew me by heart… I've tried to make simple what I had with him
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to them.  It's impossible.

I'm told they almost lost me back then.  I turned midnight blue,
as dark as the empty sky into which my forgotten dreams flew
to find home.  Nothing all that unusual.  Just a different dim-
ension together with a separate vector of time, one synonym 
of many to this standard reality.  I can make sense of it to you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀To them it's impossible.
                                                                                  [posted for Sara as of date written]

Impossibly Fun

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"It's kind of fun to do the impossible."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— Walt Disney
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Sometimes I've believed as many as six 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀impossible things before breakfast."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— Lewis Carroll
To them, it's impossible what I did back then, writing over three hun-
dred poems one month, then hundreds more before my head went "Done."
Yet there it all lay in black and white.  I wrote poetry wildly as though
I knew I had so little time left.  Faster than one could humanly go
and inconceivably far, I dove headfirst into creation's blazing sun.

You were there.  You used to come in from work and catch me run-
ning breakneck pace.  You heard my unspeakable word like no one
else could.  What you see and know to be me, I could never show
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to them. It's impossible. 

Intolerant of any truth they can't possess and control, they shun
miracle before its rhyme and meter and metaphor's barely begun
to birth itself, settling for what they think to be the status quo
only to damn their dreams to wander somewhat farther below.
They will never find the cold hard fact of living and dying to be fun. 
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀To them it's impossible.
                                                                                       [posted for Sara as of date written]

Ruled Out

             When it's my time to be leaving,
                   don't take my ticket away.
             That won't make me any more yours
             nor would it spare me your grieving,
             let me be leaving when it comes my day.
             I've been good careful to all my telling
                   so not a word of it do I need taking back,
             not even that one done for someone else
             since who it was aimed at's done compelling
             whatever my words could've lent that attack.
             I won't be needing no bedside confessor
                   trying to make me sorry to go
             not first seeing to what's not ruled out,
             picking at my words like a second-guesser
             with his ideas over all mine as though.
             Don't hold me back from the edge of the scissors,
                   not if you know me all too well
             like you say you do, like you do say.
             Give my best to all my well-wishers
             and leave me no marker where I fell.

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