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1 year ago

abi

Abi

so much to give, nowhere to put it down

too much love, too much energy

autobiographical space cadet on the astral, nowhere to go home to

perpetually alone- perennial wanderer 

wisteria flowers creeping over the pineal gland

logical never, reasonable always

whimsical to a fault

the magician, flame in hand

pentacle thrown into the waves, discarded

twinkling, chiming

jellyfish floating like lanterns in the subconscious 

all the power, none of the will

semper fidelis

loved but never understood

like diving into an ocean

you lose breath before you touch the seafloor


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1 year ago
Believe This

BY RICHARD LEVINE

All morning, doing the hard, root-wrestling

work of turning a yard from the wild
to a gardener’s will, I heard a bird singing
from a hidden, though not distant, perch;
a song of swift, syncopated syllables sounding
like, Can you believe this, believe this, believe?
Can you believe this, believe this, believe?
And all morning, I did believe. All morning,
between break-even bouts with the unwanted,
I wanted to see that bird, and looked up so
I might later recognize it in a guide, and know
and call its name, but even more, I wanted
to join its church. For all morning, and many
a time in my life, I have wondered who, beyond
this plot I work, has called the order of being,
that givers of food are deemed lesser
than are the receivers. All morning,
muscling my will against that of the wild,
to claim a place in the bounty of earth,
seed, root, sun and rain, I offered my labor
as a kind of grace, and gave thanks even
for the aching in my body, which reached
beyond this work and this gift of struggle.

believe this by richard levine

1 year ago

this poem means a lot to me

when you found me in the darkness

we ran

hand in hand,

i thought it was a miracle

that we were escaping together

but you later told me

out of breath

and laughing

that it was your home

we had run from.