A Rendering

A man approached the Master,
mind sincere, heart confused.
He wanted to serve no other.

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The Other Side of Infinity

I’ve heard interminable stories
about the inordinate number
of Inuit words for snow.
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Fenestration

In Architecture: The arrangement of windows and doors in a building.
In Medicine: A surgical procedure to correct certain causes of deafness.


May Day, 2020
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Autosuggestion, 22 Apr 2020

found lines from a time of great unrest, after Émile Coué

In 1920, Coué released Self-Mastery Through Conscious Autosuggestion in which he called the technique one with which “we play unconsciously all our life, as a baby plays with its rattle. It is however a dangerous instrument; it can wound or even kill if you handle it imprudently and unconsciously. It can on the contrary save your life when you know how to employ it consciously.”

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The Way of Pain

He tries to stay light on his feet.

His name is not Muhammed Ali.
He does not float like a butterfly,
he does not sting like a bee.
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Proverb

      For surely there is an end—
         as sure as there is Spring.

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Fermata

I drank a toast on Christmas Day—
a toast to you, my musical bride,
and to your life, so grave, if brave;
improper it seemed, but also right.

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January

You stand and watch the patient rain.

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Thirty Seconds

i.

Hey! Just calling to check in.
I didn’t want to call too soon!

I was hoping to catch you at home.
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Icebox Interrogation

With the meats and the poultry all spoiling
       for a terrible fight,
nutrient extraction is the natural objective.
       The produce, too, must be purified.

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