Out of and out onto a veranda
All of these old
Scratchings and scrapings
Of horse hair and hands holding
Onto nothing at all
But merely vision of everything
To there there exist within frame
And so it wasn’t until it was
An undiscovered until unfound
Out
Espa
Me and you, you and me
One can wish for one
And two
Separately the same
With this identical cypher of self
Me we
You
Espa
An opaque heart
I feel as though
This opaque heart of mine
Would even lighten ink today
And pollute its midnight reign
Like the last colors of day
And all that would remain
In writing and light
Would be gray
Espa
Saria un espa
With you
Is a yes
I’d do again
In a beat
But here
And to see
Never again
Perhaps
Is what best
Suits me
Espa
A far off away
When I look at their speech
I can almost see
The words and phrases
The chatterous meaning
And the smallness of life en discussionada
Passing slowly there
Betwixt both teeth and
Between.
España
A point of emptiness
Graciousness
Has a point
Of
Emptiness where
No more
Willingness
At all
Decides to
Exist
Anymore
Espa
Wouldn’t wish
If I could wish
For a comfort unmatched
In this life of constant change
I would want
But wouldn’t wish
Perhaps
As this life
Is not meant for such desires at all
But a train station inbetween
Espa
A place of creation
Here or there
There will always be
A man like me
A man of dreaming hopes
With true determination of being
To create something out of mire
Out of nothing smoke
And mountains asleep until awoke
And you cannot take such a place out of me
But only me out of it for a spell
Yesterday is
Worry is worry
Regardless of what is or has
What will be will be
And you
Even in your most
Self perceived internal wisdom
Will not know what to do
Until the clock strikes now
And yesterday is behind
And there’s no more of life
Unless you live it
To be
To make
And be free
A vision beyond
So much of what I do
Is not about today at all
But a plan for tomorrow
A vision beyond next week
And an influence which will hopefully stretch
Out like arms into an eternity
At least by human standards
Standing, like monuments
Wishing for dreams
A more youthful me
Used to wish for wishes
And dream of dreams
In the most unrecognized way
But true standing of self
Is in more honest reflection
Over all the what has and the who you are
Not just becoming, but have been
Shore or sea
When a ship sails
You’re either on it or you’re not
There is no shoreline-standing
Or around-town-looking
When the whistle blow
And the champaign strikes
And you undertake
A new and exciting
Seafaring life
The waving wind
A human feeling
Is not the summer trees in the breeze
But the waving wind itself
As it comes and says goodbye
All at once
And is everything and nothing
Now gone
My sky, my water
Digital or print
In this happy medium
I grow wings and fly
Far above my vision less
Peers with their unseeing eyes
Nearness far
Are we happiest most
In the proximity of others
Whom we love
And inevitably care for to help
Perhaps
As that certainly can be
The exact opposite of distance
And the awareness once banished
Far away from this self
Unknown quantities eternal
Just quickly
Go ahead
And count the trees
(Just for a moment)
And recollect this sight
So that you can now again
(See)
Gods infinite wisdom
On display
In his not letting us
Know so many things
Or too many things
(To count)
Like stars or smiles
Or passersby the mile
Or trees and their amounts
(Of leaves) to fall
Life about to
Never make the mistake
Of thinking that this life
In any way is about you
Because your breath may be yours
For the short time you can keep it
But the air belongs to the sky
And all the waters beneath it too
Are lifted higher every morning
Than your own body is
On this average each and every year
This is your plight
Yours is your life
But you will not keep it over
Let alone forever
Evaporate