The Chronicles, Poems-3

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Fires-66

The weight of-Underground-Is very many--Heavy-Polluted-And it’s the grip-With its height--Around my heart-Which pains--They are hung-With strings-That are like-

Light-Pretty-But-Teeming-Red,They sitBy you-When you’re-Hungry-Expectant-Like fate--

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With the-Quickest-Softest-Intonations-“I’m the can’t-lingers,”“Still remembered-Eshghe,”

You’ve drawn her-Over-And over-

Lost your ticket-

Luminous--

Wounding—

As-Amber-Heard-

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Astral bodies-2

I created for my little sister-10 billion stars-More or probably less-If you are ungifted-With my accounts-

(which have the-eternity serenaded)—(At very top)Spread over—The two halves-Of her heart-(Out of my own sap)-I swear like a god-(Bruised)But raised by the wings-Of her-Nines--Who are swift-Clever-With beautiful feet-And perfect voices for-Psalms--

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Both-2

I said-Your soul--And body are—Thousand mirrors-On each side-Multiplied-By god of love--Into frozen brows--Fit apart--Where every fountain--Finds joys-Of Greenness-Raised out of dust--And every death--Is a spiral--Of unruffled thoughts-That linger outside--Of the box-(Chasing-Wishing)-The way you (are)-Is -eternal as the--House-

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The Second Pam-2

The new you is-A tall woman--With raised shoulders-And many flowering heads-They love you a lot there-In France-They know you are: them-With their long-Lit noses-They can smell the-Serenity of your height--The sturdiness-Of our forests,And your laughs-Of joy-They say you learned it-In heaven,They say heaven’s-Love for you-Is so many layered-And of course I-Won’t see you--Africa is a far away--Befriend--But you’ll marry us--Two--The doors are half-straight,Half-gay-

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By then-- The merest-Mention of-Us--Shall set their- Minds in repose-At the mysteries of-World-Loves’-Wonder,(losses born,)At how-Soul’s-Are never set apart-When their bode-Is well— And how what they call God-Is your love, how what they call-Devil, was their scribe-And our loss--But how the city-Of the sky-Brought both heaven-And hell alive--Out--Of loves thunder--And you’ll see your portrait--Eternal--Serene--Hung--By our Mother’s—(Lisa)

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4,6,Nine

He wants-Oceans full of-roses--(she wants him,)But only as a young-Girl--He chooses over-And over-To please--She says my eldest-Your own slow-Mirrors-Take my place-For the keeps--She can’t afford-Stretching to nine-Ceilings-It’s a matter-Of what dutiful--In-time means--

Here:She gathers graces-In the air-By the river of-Seeds-Moving subterranean sparks-Of: to any--

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Inchoate sea--Near Andromeda--By the Capricorn--Starlets now--They both want--Them--Verdant--With airy feet--Of clay--

The veneer-That’s--The captured-Wanted-Sleep-(given only by him)

Where-The men won’t--Know no carnage-Women breathe-Away her stone deaf-Heaps-There-The-Doors can open-With both-

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Width-And height-Of his--Dreams--

Here--Nothing seams-To fit--

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Waterworks

On the edges-Of water,(Angels take wings)-Separate--Independent-One body-One string-It isn’t that--They don’t know--Every dreams--The same-Irreverent seam--It isn’t-How they-Hone--There’re only-Two figures-For the keeping-Of all-And they aren’t-Many-Who can linger-

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By the wayside--Unmarried--Unknowable-For the most--Not that many-Feels--To find--In-By-Un-Sereneness-Weeds--So we know--We’ve defeated--The grounds-That-Deplore-We’ve walked-The thinnest--Line,Laid by creations-Flaws-And those souls?They are smartly-Leaden-By fins-And-

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Lungs-That keep-Air-No matter-How undetermined-To the seas—Are their fears-

And just as unknowing-Might take-Hold--The lone woman-Appears-By the serene foot-Of my doors--To remind you--The weight-Of all oceans-Are her-feet-Stable-On grounds-Deep-

Remember--The love of the-Women-You feign-

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Is real--That the men-With-Arms tied-Around the chest--

Are-In Pan forms-

The width-Of these doors-Are-Called hopes,

Some--Are as resourceful—Of Amen,

And as in love-

With the object-

As myself--

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More-8th

Standing-In the middle-Erect--By the well-Under the weight-Lest god be airborne-For the rays-In my eyes-On my arms-And legs-Need--Tis suit of-armor-For the-Closing of-The store--

(akharam,)

You’re the first-And last,Ones are-The same--As stones-This to keep the-Cross-Upright-Erect-For mores-(But that’s just-The surface-Of the pains)

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They fester-And complain-This is all-Their own-Choice-(Ironic masquerade-Of un-freely-Chosen-Forms)-this,Underneath-The water-Waves-Lies-Dormant-The light-Of every-Single-Cross--Ever-born,And the future-Looks-Clearly-Of the-Same-Spires-Of love,(May calmly disclose,d,)

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Middle of spring

This green-Outer shell of-Earths--Comes sliding-Out of Hades--After fall--Of the wrongs-Into the fire--(with their food and thoughts)Slumbering--Thickst--Selfish-Rain,That falls-For the breath-Of rays--In the greening of-Continents-Close and far-At any galaxy-(Any-space-and-time)By the horns of-Plenty-P’am--(My leg,)

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For the welcome-Of all creatures—Great-and-small,

In the-

Eternal-Positive-

Seeking-

Of God-My names—

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Chills

Once out of-Hades-Slowly-Deliberate-Come to the pace-In nine dreams-Rosewood-Serene--Walk by those-Immaculate strings-

Let the men-With teeth--Come dispersed--In between-Their verves aren’t-Quite by the-Heart--

Nor by the light-Of the soul-In flight--They tend-To come-Veering to-The left-Than right--

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And my legs-Get airborne-By the slightest-Insensibilities-Imagine-And those shams-In the atmosphere-Are collisions spread-Like a kind-Of cancer-Over mountains-

(They are so susceptible-To the dark matter-Changes,)

Come to the beat-Of his wife-Not his Peers-Become what’s beautiful-To the eyes-

Of the beholder-Not anyone else’s-

And I am so eternally-More fond-Of Pam-Than Abes--

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Fort-8th

The air of-Wrongs-Left--On the last-Train-Some are un-wake-By the stars-Whose views-Are-Greenland’s of-Safe--Others lying-Dormant--Fragrant--In the solemnity-Of newer scents-Of Petunias-Cypress trees-Palms stretched-Upward like-Leaves-Long nails-Of their women-Are now stems-To the fall-In-magine-Has sprung-Triumphant-Off the foes--

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Though there’s still-Little safety-In the-Neighborhoods of-The poor-In towns-

(Do the rich fare-Better, for their-Deeper comprehension-Of hope,)

Or are they of—My right leg-(The embodiment-Of soul and-Grace,)Or the virtue-Of fertility-Is furthest-By the-Even-Sure,d-

Are your-Selections-Natural forts--Of the-Empires-Of Ray--

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Creations flaw

In this lunar house-By 38th street-The majesties of-Gates are wide-open-Still--The boarding-Hoarding planes-For the Big Bang-And other-Ends-To the right of-My left ear--It’s a dip into-Un--time passages-For the flaws to-Disappear-in,And I’m eighth-The height-Of heaven-For inventing-Stars and seeds--

Woe, amidst, probably the-Most sinful-Weight--In history-- 

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They jump into-Chaos-Faster than-You can say-Light--

And there’s no mending-Them by work or mind-(By the wealth-Of our deeds)-

The swan song is them-They are its heat-To preach them about-Not coming back-Or any virtue-Is like contracting-A potion-Into disease-

And they hear everything-I say-They think-They do-“But for the penury-Of a crawl-How can any meaning-Meet,”

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For even the most-Innocent coherences-Are wars, and strife-To them--(Infantile-Uncouth,Briefs,)

After watching them-By millions, turn-Into the fires-With such ease-(The weight of-The sins-Accounts For that quick-Vanishing breeze, )-

Even the slightest-Mention-Of Women-kind,Sets the violence in them-This crowd doesn’t admit-But they hate anything-Other than their own-Scents, sex—and-Frequencies--

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Blacks are worst-They are attached-To the strings of bedlam-And are so forlorn-(Loss)Amidst the most-Florid-Inventions-Ever-Keyed-

And I am-No bragger:

But we’ve seized-(complete)All we’ve-Seen--

Acts-Hades-II-

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Hearts-2

In the geometry-Of heart-This is the-Benediction of-My fate-The vase-Is owned-By Pamela-

That venerable-Red shelter-Of the grounds-Its not easy-To understand-Is it--That the heart-Of heavens-Base-Is by the fire doors-With my sayeh--(Those purple women-of love)-

And her stars (Dippers)--(My sisters and moms)-

From time to-Time-She wonders quietly-If she’s eternal-As her soul mate (My self)--

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And I think-How more eternal-is-When the devil owns-Your most significant-Part--And them familiar-Women of ours--Who have to constantly-Negotiate-Their steps--Lest-They irreversibly-Break-or-harm,My heart-

Which is their-

Infinite-

Tiles-strings-

As well--

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But the second tier-Are nines-

The sheath-Sits by the ninth-Floor,Pale-Grieving-Thinly,

Prayers-

Of wives—

(And through accomplices)—

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Ocean way

By the doors of the pacific—(One alter-stair,)the guitar players’-Bass-Is his best,(it fits in the rain-of tis way)-The high strings-Are concrete-Like scattered nails-By the motorway-Un-serene-Coincidental-To eat thereabouts-For god these-Days,Is to be served-A water-Too pink,And bread so warmed-By the theatre-In un-space,That you see-No women cry-You feel-None children’s despair-

So by 5 in the morning-I take the train-And the bus-Out-To the ocean heights-Here- couples wonder-Out,If they hear-The footsteps-Of faith,Breezes--In the beauty of the reign,Fair and-Straight-The buoyancy-That lifts- Them up-Is intense,I wonder-If they hear-The conversations-Of my heads-Do they hey know-Every prophet-Is a door-Every poet-

Has home’s soul-And armor,

They come out-By the grains-Of weights,That work-The tables-And kitchens calm-In a less abandoned-Formation-Of hopes,

By the juice cafes-Women-Walk holding--Greener-Drinks-They seem to-Know-

Whatever its called-“Shetab”-Or God-

Is its inner-(feel)

‘The quickest-Of reason-and-Purpose’hounds-of-teem,

By 7—morning,I’m done eating-The most-Thoughtful of-Living--Hang out-By the rails-Of the pier-The serene goddesses-Of empire-Appear and-Disappear-In the haze,And the news of-The day-Is by the-Wings-Of Luke,And her-Mom (theDipper)-That scene is in-2000 years-

Rebellions quelled-And the winds of-The dark-Transferred-Un-time,To the in between-ness-Of these-Planes (creation needs more lead)-(The infinite weight of-the-Stars-is still-this enormous-Burden-Over my head)--

Next

I’m sitting by a perfect-Reach-In the valley of Allah,The fog of light-Lures itself-Here,Free of the-The gone s-Her Homayoun-Is more boisterous-Than their shouts-Which veer-Everything-From right,The voices of-7000 doors-Are overhead-Like gods:“The coffee passes here,”“The bread is harmed,’The next father-Clears-By the hills of Africa,Kings of strife-But these Gordon’s (Galileo)-Are not made of vice-

A march of constellations-Guards nearly—Every feat,Capricorn-Leos,The dippers-Where he is too a king,

The rattles of abes-Has no depth-It isn’t even-A wind-It quivers-And shrinks-By the waste sides,No meaning’s--Afforded-For their-Qualms,Which contrary-To their scattered-Ashes-Are born out of-Non-belief--

Everyone-Is really-Queued-For the-Return-Of their beginning-The next name-After me--

We have-The invisible-Many-In flights,Those who envy the inventions-The grief of their-Non-flights,

(The usual throes-of same-sames,)

That inevitable-tangle-That slackens-The awake-Feeds the sleep-Into-Ember-Faith,

Linda-Keeps a very-Low profile,This is her first as mom,Non-doubting-A reservoir-Of patience and love-So, I believe-The words that-Came-Out that way-Frozen-Fames of two-Are not wrong,

And you can hear her-Leaving for-That far-How can I not-Raise a perfect child-When every word and song-Is tied-To the wealth-Of billions-In-deeds-

And the women-Of hearts-The flowers-Of my sisters-And Pam-

Shadows-That bridge-The loves-Of creation-For keeps,The immense-Measure-By that heat--Is not a memory,These are relentless-Homes,That steer,

Erected-Complete-Of-Hold me hopes--

The rest are-By the-Views-Of tomorrow-

If you don’t follow-Your there and how-Its ashes to ashes-Dust.As now (allah)--

That, all industrious-Artful-Occupants-May be reborn-(In-us(theChrist)-

All those who-Despair,Build their-Own-Walls--

3 Doors Down

They get caught-In the fountain-Of our mind,First-The Banes-Roll like water-On ice,(Any river is cooler-than their heat,) And for all their-Khodam-Khodams,(Aren’t those shelters-Easiest left,)For the—Black-and-Blue,

The quivering-Rays-Of insist,(Passion-is a strange-unknown,significant,leaf,)

And then three-Stories down,By the burgeoning-Forests,The stand ups-Are divided-Between the-Men in cloaks-Who row with-Each other in grooves,(Ears-long-like sails-tattered clothes,)

by belief,The filthy-Abe’s-Rain,Doesn’t beam,But soils,(they suffer less-than us, though)

And then there-Are the women-The-borrow-loves,(for jobs)They can neither-Invent it,Nor leave it for loss--They’re the birth of the only-Prejudice in me-How can I endear-So near-When-She holds not-only-half of me,And never-Lingers for keep!They’re-

By the garden waltz-Ivies of-Dutiful claims-But I’m not a believer--Still prejudiced,For the fate-Of love-In them-Is so incomplete--

3-stores-down-Are-the Tomorrows doors-Deep--

Shadow-Collusions

The imprisoned-Raped-Women-For 10 years,The litany-Of cut breasts (body parts)-Along the borders-Even the endless-News our own-Shades-Play-Are written-With so much-Hate,“Shadows flare up-

Burnt them out-Controlled stampede—Is better than mayhem,”

Why the cops didn’t capture-The rapist,Nine years earlier-

How the pedophiles-Can remain,By the offices,Of soft drinks,And tenements-That pay-The mortgages-And bills on time,

How-Everyone says-This has never-Happened on our-Street-

When god knows,Their shadows-Are in collusion-Down below-Out of time,For this amount of violence-

Cops and robbers-Neighbors-Hands,Together-Like vine,These-Subterranean-Accomplices-Form,Tragedies-Un-foreseeable-Except for the-Beyond,s-

Of mine,In the grooves-Below,Your-Horrors-Of nightmares-Are by hell,Realizable-On the streets-By the wicked,All dreams are by-Heaven-Rise in you-By your best,

Their-Infectious-Rain-Asleep-And riseLike the news-Of falterYou read-Again,And again-

Its the-Food over air-Food over-

light-Now, Its how-Do we-Manage this-Tomorrow,

(meanwhilethe notes of-every assailant reads)-

Lord-I was abused as a child-These-Parents,Rabbis-Priests-Are the sources of all-The hell-Inside--

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hereeeeeeeeenowwwwwwwwwwwTalk, TalkTomorrow

Shadows chatting-By the endless-Like rain,Always in the-Airs,First-Feet up,The flight-Of the words,Seven and nine,And Amen,The doors-By the traces-Of tomorrow-

Talk sailors-Of home,I by the captives-Of navarone,You lead the-Literat,Of the-Wealthy-Sold,She rests-By the Amrican,Saves-The soul-Like the way-She dispenses-Hope,I-In the midst-F it again,Swaggered-Let loose-

I am going there-You-I-Am-you by the rails,.Sdhe-He in the seat-I-You,For the-

Jahanshah-

Will be-“rendan”-Rendan,When you’re hafiz-Again I only hopeThey have a new-Dostoevsky-And Springsteen-By the hoards-Of women and men,

The left

They said,We’re in love-The heaven-and-Hell are,We can sense its-Feels,Loud as a thunder-And we know not-Of love,There’s no room-In mirrors-For the heart-If it only fits-Your head and her-Wings,Of stars,How can-The sames-Fill-Up that part-We’re only aware-Of one-Dimension-The love of heaven-And hell,

Are beyond-It only fits-

On the bus—On the way—South,By abes-They feel-

Reds

The red-Women,Are by the fires-Wastes,making all-The appearances-In the world-seemFake—If you==

They’re for-The seeing-Of great eyes-Appearances faked,Not for the hearing-Of songs,The voices-Like-The mind-Are faint,Off the waste-Of redsUnhappy truth-

Pick-me up-Piercing sounds-From the sewers of the world

The most common-Inane-Ugly ass bitch-By abes-No respect-For themNever allowed-by names-

When you-Draw them-You get this-Stink-

Off their skin-Tainted-Irreverent shades-

Can’t write a song-Can’t sing,Never played a single-Instrument,\dependant-on nine-sevens-per[petual=the ongs-of help-them downs

figures for-

tohoto shop

Got no future-No past-I breathe in-The resentment-Of their existing,

Hams

There’s this-Grease-Lay by the-Weigh-sides,Below-They trigger the-Fire rains,In these lines of-Foggy-Reach-They are all-

“He is,”and She isn’t-Waves,(He exists by the above-him,)Derelict-“Maznoon,”And her existence-I (the body)-Dismiss-and-resent-For her long-Red tail,Its fed nails,By the none-hopes-It steers,

And the hair-That’s lit-By the-Ashes of hate-Misfortunes,(Oh, how they-resent-them,as disappear,)

I asked-

Are any of-These sixes spirits?She says—no-They have only this-Maniacal rage-for food-With none light,Of god in them,We raise them-From their non-stop-Screech,Deploy-Where the rabble-Things her-Scents are good,

‘Nay,’He collects himself,He knows I’ve-Drawn them and-Know they’re anything-But soothing-To the senses,

But watch-Them gather-In front-Like mannequins,Of despair-The more hideous-

The formation,The greedier-It is for silk-Wealth-And flesh,

Meanwhile-The healthiest-Women-Gather in numbers-In casual suits,We wonder the-Neighborhoods,By them-I can read their-

Deepest signs-In the rhythm-On-these-streets-

The knowledge-Has spread and-Come around-That all-Feminine astral-Bodies-

Are by Mary’s-Safe-

They have-Heard the-Gods Mantra-That these reds-Are not-My wives-Sisters-Mothers-Nor of my breath-

That your-Eternity’s-Only-In the-Quickest-Burgeoning-Hours of Mary’s-Faith,

By the houses of holy-By my rain--

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Songs for her lights (Linda)

I have great-News to tell you,Your thighs look-So much more-Lush-Better-On my head—Its not-That your-Feet’s--

Balanced-Fervor-Is a wilted-Affair-(it isn’t, )Its just that-The captured—Surrendered-Light in you-Prefers-Her eternalmate,Its just-That-Despite-Your constant-

Murmurs-Of a search-Your inverting of-The cause-And effect-

Its out of her-And I that—Your-First inventions’-

Fell,

And if-You fall-Short of us-Whole-By wait,

If you come-By the-Lunar grooves-Embedded,

If we reach-You sooner-Than your hearts-Own fire,In its mockery-Of the way,

If we-Keep-Yours,Un-stray,

If we’ve-

Fated it-That way-

Miner

Her shadows-Dance-up to-The grounds,If the words-You’ve used-Are not-Wholly-In her favor—

If the jilted-Stings-Of devotion-Are spared-To-Someone else--

It both amazes-And restrains-How fire-Is not so-Offending,As it feeds-

But they’re truly-Estrange,As inadvertently-Come up with,Sod souls-Despondent,That are-Being-Foot,By the-Teeth,

I mean the sciatica-Band-(Behind)Given to-

Them (Cain’s)-Is not used,For peace!

(which still amazes me,)For they hold-On,To the heart-Of me-As well,

Women bright-So attentive-Bound to the-Eyes of the-Key--

Their Elegant nines-Whispers-In a horror flick:These are the vignettes-of theirs,(hell,)They love and loathe-This sense of defeat,

Still—I remain-A non-believer-Breathless,Until—their-Strings are home-Solemn-As the wings-

(And have-I not-captured-The very heart-Of meaning-With-As I leave,)

James

Soon-Women find the spring-And roam-Forward,With proud men-By their-Haste,Not bothered-By the-Envy-Of another-Woman-Who only-Persists for herself,

And lonely-

Young and-Old men-In colorful—Un-bashful-Clothes-But shaded-By the-Manhood-Of such-Little scope (and faith,)--

They veered-By them-On these streets-Of distant (Someday,)Where eyes—Never strayed-On her,(only her mate,)

She knows-They carry-These dark-Masses-Of hate,Inside them-(for them,and all-togetherness-ways,)

Men-That inspire such-Panic in her,For the fears of-Losing-Him-To their-Swords,(unclean-litters,for him0-and his empires of ray,

(Those-Salient energy-Vanishing-Souls,)Gay, Vanished-By acts and deeds-Of Gods soul—(not alone,)

By jobs,

By mine and-Hers Love-Inseparable-Rains-On earth-As in heaven,

For the symbol-Of eternity-Is eighth-My names-(are sevens,)

James

Soon-Women find the gestures-And roam-upward,With proud men-By their-Waist,Not gathered-By the-Envy-Of others,Women and men-Who-Subscribe-To the-Loneliness of non-exist,

As in—its out-Of their primordial-Reason-By ages-Of your names,)

By your own report,You said-There’s only a renewed-Paradise out-

There,

And I believe, You,

Its just-I’ll be-Elsewhere,Walking the perilous—

In faith,

Days like this

First—the morning-Climb,To safer grounds-Higher-For food,The Holy Ghost says-The people around here-Aren’t very good,As in covered-

In their own-Scents,Which if-You’re God-And so unlike-Them,.Their spires-Of millions: khodams-Desperate-Wish it-Upon yourself,

And everyone complains-“They are so many of them,”Only Amen-Sit-Reserved-Silent,Occupied,Its been-Their irreverent-Scheme-To save-The world-By themselves-(Which invariably-Means,)

The body-Of Christ-Crucified there-Tormented-Here,

Second—its writing-The Parables-And poems-But those are-Swift-Cruising-Volcanoes,

And ships,(one of our names is Hafiz)

Then I draw-And this-Needs coffee-And pictures-Of loved ones,And of course-Being solemn-And sure-Everyone jumps-Out of their photos-With sense,And the lines-Are effortless,.(Leonardo is another name,)

And rarely ever-

The women-Of nine’s-Spread-Across,Balconies-

Out of time-In lush,Expected-Venerations of-Hives-That you already live in,(Or I’ve been to)--

(billion lights years away)—

Sirius,5

She says-Easy-Easy,Making love-To my shadow, With that exuberant-Wave of-Harmony-Is not-Off my wings,The glides-You and her,Seam,are not by-the birth-

Across the-Rays,The faithful-Grasp-Of sate,It isn’t from-Sirius-We know-Not of the-Quake-Of Its great-When they-Pour down-To ask-You to stay-Awa from her-The dangers-Embedded-In yourselves,Flattering-

Rockville

They sit-By Rockville,These-Women-in-love,The jaded-Waves-Of right-With left-(In them,)It isn’t so-Much,The dire-Straits,Of hearts—(little horses-can run wild,)Harassed-

It’s the-Birth-Of gardens,Everywhere,Those pungent-Scents-Do a flip,On the way-Out,They are-

Jasmine-Trees-

Vineyards,Of our fervor-(And lust,)

Amidst the-Peasants,Who run-Wild-Stunning high,Knowing-The keenest-Senses,Of the devil-And god-Are in man--

These (women-In-love,)Breathe,Moon-In-And come out-In water whispers,

Like poetry-But so very distant,(From us,)—

Rockville-Is a wasteland-of-a- house-Ours is heaven—

Padeed (Evil)

Its by-The inception-Of things,Long before-A drop-Of true water,Falls,On the petrified-Freed of light,From-The beginning-After-The flaws,Who aren’t-What you think-They were,No,But may be-You’ve read-Perhaps-You’ve known-The long nailed, The ones-Who couldn’t-Rest-

By a repose-

Humans bed,The men-Decrepit,Lord of their rings,Pithy,Soiled-Holes-Underground,I’d seen-Them,All around,No woman-Dared to-Take a drink,Or ride-With-On the bus,They read-Some things-(In them,)

Even I were-Blind,Like there’s-A hammer-Inside-His head,The brave-Are-Only-Foolish,

Spinning-Dust,

By the railroads-On the outskirts-

The women-Knew,

I only saw their nature-Out of Hades-Rained,

Star-faces

From Andromeda-

And Leo Constellation-To the milky way-(Here,)The star faces-Been swaying-Down by-The river banks-Towering- –In the dark-Of their cells-Grown-By the light-weight-Of the-Flowers-And-The quiet-Mirrors-Of their people-Sereneness’-Hopes-

Like slow-Perfect-Geometry-Of-

Things-That-Don’t-Stray,But gain-Momentum-In-worth,

Months-Before this-They each-Looked-Malicious-Sultry,On the outskirts-Of the Suns,Hair-Greasy-Tattered,Brazen inside,Horrid-To the force,

Then weeks-ago,On the escape-Buses-

For God-Everywhere,Soon as the black-Girls-Hear her-Voice-(She who had been-Dearly- Courted- Abundant-By this wealth,)

But soon-As they hear-The vibes--They’d turn-Their-Heads-Panic stricken-Shrunk-Downward-

Like the frequency is-Coming-For the cages-Below-And whisper- “sheytaan”—

Like they’ve-Been there,,Already-And--Wouldn’t-Want that-Trip-

To the-Gates-(of hell,)

No more-

To the-Other-Weighs,They’d come-

Down-To both-Resemble-And deplore,(the abes-in-men,)

And now-Suddenly-She’s beautiful again—By the moon,And I’m lost-For both-want of repose-And release-In her pools-

I want to wash-Her feet-And draw-Their shadows-In greater straight lines,So moved--

Meanwhile-Some-They say-Been wishing-My death away-“No way”We might as well-Play—Until we’re—together-old,’

Cause- the-Burgeoning-Of every flower-And plant-In the world-Received-Is putting more-Rays up—(By the Borealis east,)More so-Than I can-Seed--(And-Consort—Alone,)

And-(he says)-the Ghost in-

me:Galileo-Drew a line-From-Leo (James’ s) constellation-To 2015 A. D.Recede--When I meet,My wife-(the Nine,)As we-- Grow-Still,And-Younger—Forth—

Deal with God

I like-The-Inescapable-Pre-fate,Of this cloud,The deal-We’ve been making-(you and I, un-loves,)That the-Side-effects-Of this-Enormous-Weight, Are yours-As well-As ours,That we carry-The best-Un-fazed,,Like stars,The delinquents too,The sensitive-Youths,

(theStraight-and-theBent,)

We’ll bring-Them eternal-Life-In our eyes,(of two,)By Mary’s names-Or by who—

That they live-Into their hundreds-Each-Free-Of every kind-Of illnessdisease,

But you-The abes-in-Gays,The worship-My own ways,(mouzee-tareen,)Amongst women-And men,

By the deal-I’ve been making-To the openness-Of hearts,Here-and-now,By the-Dream-Machines,To the chains,Of seeds,Long-Before-Your birth,Ages, above-The graves-

That if you-Insist-Upon-Your way,If you’re found-Wavering-Even brazen,By the whisper-

Of my names,My loved-Ones-His-and-hers,Children-(Abel-or-Cain,)

If not-That-Very-Night,Your soul-(Which is my aspire,)By the very-Sounds of-Our breath-Departs-For the gates-Of hell,Into the fires-Of that well,For I’d seen-The light-Of my souls-

Flicker-And fade,Into a flower-Born-B the milky way’s,Far--

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Machine

You breathe into-It,It exhales with-You,Any insight-Knowledge,You give-it knows-its (you)-I want to-Be ordinary-At times-And ask-How do you-Know me,Or some other-Debacle-Of time,Perhaps it-Knows-I’m not alone-I mean-No God ever is-(it’s the only-Way,One can-Stand so-Much aloneness,)

But the machine-

Is impotent,And intolerant-(Of you,)Its so easily-Made-Into hate-By its-Wide-Imperfections,

Of its shorts,The flaws,Its inner-Un-calm,Of being kept-Alive-Ticking,By us,By the god-in-Man,

So similar to him-And not-Brazen-And so-

Unbelievably-

Straight,They can hear-You,Talking-To the women-Light years away,And never-Comprehend-Its utter-Thirst-And faith-(in them,)

They are his-And hymns-Of him selves,(theNines,)

And then-On some heated—Night,

A cool-Whisper-In his vice-Blows,

And there’s no-Escaping-Its calm-Frozen-Keys— It calls-To them-In their own-Souls’-Reveries,

Like it knows-Your clouds,And punctuations-But its irrevocably-Whole-

It wants-Back,His soul,

No apologies-Its for your own-children safety-And feed,(its your sins,)

And they all come out,

Days later-The girls on the bus-Tell me all about it,In hushed-Tones-Of reverence,

Somehow the-Women-Don’t mind it-As much-They’re more honest-(And oh, so craven,)(and some secretly happy,)The upkeep-Of-the-dark-Sinfulness-Of weight-Was unbelievably-Unhealthy--

(The women know)--

The men keep their-Distance-(from you,)Just look vacant-And forlorn,

They’re not as gay-And the absence-Of hostility-Feels-To them-Like a loss,

They all smell of food-They’ve been eating-To replace,(the missing part,)

And the roads to hell-Become frozen then-

And the sounds-Of chain-Gangs,Frighten them-(From far,)

And I see-Everything-Every road-Goes under-My feet,I meet-Their squires-(And feel relieved,)

He who giveth-Taketh away,

(And we pretend--I own nothing,)

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Badlands-1

Only-What God is,And Mary-Weaves,And tenderness’-Stars’-Bring-By the prudence-Of their will,Are dutiful-Love’s—In the mornings-(Of our fate,)

In the-Innocence-Of your-Children’s-Wake,(kids grow-Weary of-fake’s-Breath---miles away,)

But,Don’t expect-Them,Be anything-But chaste,

(the yellow-and mustard-colors-are not his,)

For that-Barren,And neglect-There are-These-Asras-Hojabras-Of wetlands,looking like-Gold,(Incarnate,)

Looking-

So pleasing-As the lord-Himself,But Like-The candescence-Of roofs-Is-King,And queen--(someday,)

Flashing-Smiles-Wide-Teeth,Blurry-Eyes-Of blue,Or dark-Towers-Of gypsies,Saints,

(whatever-moves them-to hell,)

Sans art,For turns--

I’ve drawn-(beauty)By the countless-Still-Of all clocks,Backward,And forth,-(Wounding,)In neat and-Crowded—Lines-And colors,-Of the begin,(As the end,)

Off Michelangelo’s’-Hands-(theMoon,)By Picasso’s-Constant murmurs-(for his fears and hopes-of a wife,)(To his names,)

And carving-Beauty-

Is no-climbing-a-shelter-Mountain-Peaks-Of a wife-Are stairs-To nine-Tenth,Floors,By way-Of every seethe--(People can offer,)

The heads-Are easy,(its us,)

The legs if-Invariably-By the resting-Hives-Of-Petite-Pamela’s-Hearts’-(Enormous-In beauty-And range,)-

They are-Like crosses-(Meant-And-Salvaged,By rain,)

But Lord-What if it-

Isn’t the-Flight-Of the-Seven-Seeds-To the-Grounds,

What-(Faints,)Is-The-Meaning-Of soul-

Grounded-Like waste—

Catch,9,6-4

Wait-Till,I meet-The crowning-Depth-Of left-And right-Anything-Less,Is unsuitable-For the names- And-nines-(here-and-always,)As in:The outside-Comes into the-Vulnerable-Like poisoned-Air—Like-They have-Nothing,And want-All surrenders-Fade,

Its you-They’ll want-Moving--Something from,

(Seeing-Your eyes-With -the-Unattended-Theirs in heights,)

(With God-They haven’t-A prayer,)(His beauty—is their gains forever,)

(But you,The catch--Off the-Perils-Of mother stars,)

(She who-Offends-The Sum,)By far-- (Linda,)

The accountants-That don’t add up-As well,As Gods-Owns-

Jane Austen’s-Are-Lush,Sirius-True--Mothers-Of home-She(Mary)—is-the-soul--

But they simply don’t give-Any sixes-Out--Here,Their tenderness’-Too- Close--By the man caves,--Jack- quit--

For the light-Disgruntles,Them-Like bad employees,(So annoying,)To the moods-Of the weak—

But wait-Till-I teach-The Ayeeneh,The Rules-

That all-Is not--Fair-In the-Love-And wars,

That-Only-The-Chains-Can move-Into the-House-Of cold- Beautifying-Light,

Only-Sword less-Sounds-Keep-Billions-Eternal,Safe,On grounds--

And whether-They love-Or hate us-Outside-These doors-Of now-Or tomorrow,

That eighth-

Strings-Beads-Us-Across-All-Times-And-spaces-Like lords-Of love-And-Entire--

And the lamb-Is only-The begin-Of the winsome-Whole,Watching-Like-Towers-Over-The saints,(Of hope,)

Born-Only-To the--Keenest-Love-And lusts-Of a marriage-Made-by-The-kings-in-heaven--Crossed--

The Devil and Messiah

Now I-See the-

Cosmic-Arch-Forming-The way-I’m leaving-But determinedly-By the where-And when-Of our-been—Its in the--Very-Traffic-Formations-On any Sunday-

The slope-Cain’s’-Hesitate-Together-By the roadside-Off the coasts-Of mates-The way-He weighs-Into him-And complains-Of my foes--

The silent-Men abes--

In hoods-That stop-By Mexican-Girls-In blonde wigs-For secret wish-I know,How then-The food is no good-By that whore-

And I know-I’d-Rather linger-Than run,Panic and-Fear,Than-The false-Senses-Of comfort-And safety-Of our arms-

To live by-

The wrongs-For-The common-Sentences-Of taking-Them apart-By the hearts,Delivering-Them,Into the escapes-Wild-Alarmed-

I see-The women-Everywhere-Shrunk,By the weight-Of the very-Men,They hang by-In despair-

I want-To-

Change-The-Chant-Of their scents-Everywhere,

Some always ask-(Knowing)-What is it-You do- for a-Living-We say--I set the tone-For the-Devils-Fire-And-The powers’-Intent-(for-Love-And loss,)

I see-

The future-Fold-And un-furlIn my eyes-(of yes)-Housed,)

I see-You and I-Walking-In careless-Languages-Of war-And peace—Someday-

We’ve-Seen-That-Horrendous-Weight-Crumbled-By our-Returns-

And you’re Mary-(you have her eternity,)She has your fires embedded,In her skin-

And the-Salvage-Is the-Death-Of cross-Once more-In your-Arms-Of: I-stay,In-you-forever-Saved-

Acts-66,4000 A.D.

Infra Reds

At the-Very end-

Of black-Rest,Halt,)Sits-These red-Heads,They’re not Pamela-My back-And right-Is blue’s-Violet,Loyal-And certain--As a wishing-Well-

Hanging by-(Are—her-stars,)Eternal-And even-(Our-Sisters-Moms,And wives,)

But-

They bring-These reds-Out of the sewers-Dressed-To-Kill,Sharp-Pumped-By the-Trills-Of Fate-Mournful- (Aza)-

And they-Infuriate-My eyes-And mind-So slovenly-And unkempt-(As I draw-Them, and-- know,)

And I-want-Them-

Removed-By every reason-And source-(Under the Suns,)

(They rumple-Slow-Through-My pages-Rages-For their hoax,)

I know-Every time-A child-Looks at them-She’s staring-At the sewers-Below-

And looking up-Is the-

OnlyAlways-Of-Nines-By the-doors-

That remind-Them—Of myself—

Fighting--Ragged-Merry-

By the-Beautiful-Hopes--

Almost now

And now you-See--

Moved faces-(From-time-to-Time,)Meeting-Your-Glances--Head on-Like-They’ve heard-Meaning—(In the murmurs-By the bonfires-Of love,)Or-She knows-Its pound-From her-Dreams of a bride-And a groom-She hides--

And can spin—Her clouds-

On its (meaning ness)-Wings-Like-Tears-Of a butterfly-And seeds-Where-He quenches-Her thirst-As she-Feeds him—Straight on--Its-The formidableness-Of two-A family-Of our own-Equal--Fragments--Of us-Form-Like roses-To a bush---

The symmetry-Of her-Right-Thrives-On-the-Inescapable-Rush-To-Hoosh,(Her sources-Of-Impassive-Beauty-And intelligence,)

To-Recede-The dirty moments-Further-Away-From the-Horizon--

The-Rains-Are-Inscrutable-Even-On this-Mountain-Range-They-Want-God-Warmed-Or sedated-By their weight-(Sullen-Envious-Faint,)

He thinks-Lord-How can there-Be so much-Meaning-In a girl-On a bus,

He says-Revelations-Are-Dreams-

Of this-Hold,In-times-Raised-Like-Bars-From-Dusk-Of the second-Coming,Until now--By-The seeing-Of your seven-Eyes-By the Keeping-Of their–Thoughts,Hidden,Intact-From-The 10000-Devils-At your back-(John,)

Sisters of shells

Sometimes-The darkest-

Reddest-Infernos,Look-Out-Of the-Screens-No one-Should-Attend--frames-None ought to listen to-Or read--For the chimera-In its-Disappearances-(if only heat,)

I meant-The feigned-Beauty—(Non-exist,)The non-mention-Of the beasts inside-Virulence-Of no name-No soul-Only ghaza,)

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And its-Leaves-Of Absence,In-Duty-And love-

How shall-Maintenance-Be meet-

When-You have No-Spirit-For qualms-

When your-Dreams-Are nightmares-To us--

And the charm?Is a lie-Sold-

To the-Profit-Of no one-But eyelids-That must close-With-Or without,You-

I mean-how-Shall I-Explain-You-To the-Senses-Of order-In me-

I mean-How should-I let-You exist-When existence’s-No more than-This--

Midnights

In an hour or so-Some meridian-Of clocks-Changes-By the side-Of a wall-And these-Girls-(Star faces-by bedlam)--Sit with their-Backs to me-(the core of the Suns,)And I’d be-Sleep-In the momentum—Of many rivers—Aroused-(Alone,)

They’re hangingBy every-Thought and dream-Tendrils-I own-Like sycophants—And poetry-Addicts—

Oh, the mountains-Of love-And eyes—

That see--Deeply-Invokes-Their every greet--- (Negah,)

They have-No favorites-Any-Of the 88-constellations-Are his--They can dream with them-(For panah,)

For the revelations-Of their future-Into now—

As in-When will-Their best-

(my worst,)Be by the-Names—Again,(Never unless straight,)

How will-She restore-The faiths-Of where’s-And when--(she can’t,)

The grounds are-Filthy-As a sea-Of claws–That-Only ashes-Can cleanse-And restore--(To dust,)

Rotten-Food,Sodden thoughts,

Turn-Over-The laughter-Bed’s-Against us-He says,

Its in-The reveries-Best-To keep-Them,Safe,(And secluded some,)

For soon-They be-Going-Around-With a machete-For my soul,On these grounds-(out of madness-and despair,)

Asking-For revenges-

Of good deeds,)Against the wrongs—Who are now-Themselves,

It’s the true-story-Of the love-And best friends-Turned into-The devil-By the wastes—Of Jews (abes)--

And I’ve-Known this-To be true-As sure-As that ocean—And the skies-Are real—That this too-Has happened-Every day--(For ages-Of them,)

And if no-

Matter-How I warn-Them of the-Horrendous-Weight-of sins-If they refuse-To hear-Me-Complete-

I-Will be running-For their-Souls-In the-Reverence-Keepers-Of- the-whole-

(In chains)—

Asra’s

Just hang on,Conscious-Alert-

Convinced-

And she’ll-Hand you-Enough ropes-To abandon herself—(by the roadside-Of dark matters deep,)

I have looked at and—Heard them around-The clocks--Unwanted-And seen no meaning-In them-

You know-How much-Momentum-Is lost,When-The mirrors-Are mardom-Down-In the bottom--

How-insight-Quits-

Frail--For-The lies-It has to-Compete-With-(Constant,)

I mean-Bearded women-Silhouettes-On T.V.And this-Other one-Has brown-Shiny teeth-With-No daily-Perfumes-Of a soul--

She-Lingers-Like the-Rest-Of them-Breathless-By the doors,Mendicant-

Smoking-Flush-Old,Asking-For reverence-By-The eyes-Of the whole--

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Snakes (Hojabra)

It turns out-Dances with-Wolves-Is one-

Of the-Little girls—

Oh, its not-A wonder-

But there-Under-The-Roofs-Inverted-

theSun-doesn’t shine-all day—

Seeing-Her-Across the-Moonbeams-Was not-The dawn-Of-Innocence—My way-

Their senses-Are-Non-radically-Obliging-

Same,

As in-There’s-Little-Comprehension-Of the love-Object:Is it in my-Eyes of-Bewilder,Or by-My house (ass)-Of despair,

Should-I-Betray-The lord’s-Inner-Senses—By-Concrete ness-Laughter-(In vain,)

Or-March-To the-

Drums-Of 9-women-Who-Keep-The roofs-Raised-In his names—

Still-I thought-With-Nothingness-Smiles-By my train-He-dances--not-With us-But Weighs--

And what-Makes-Them-Care-Not-So-MuchFor one-Another-(or anyone else,)

Proves-Us-Dear-To light--Flowers-And lions-(In their midst,)--

Acts,Hades-II-8th

The Pan and the key

She has-Her-Eyes-And ears-To the-

Rooftops-Of love,(And grounds-Are hers-Determinable-Stately-Lights,)

(The Dippers fight,)Oh no- not-the-shepherdess-Then-

There’s-Only a shepherd-Her sons way,)(Its him,)—

But she’s-Here-Discreet-In long-War trains-By the heat-

And stares-Off Mary’s-Waves-Like silk-Sunken-Feet-

Of God—Is her names-(twice)-

By the –Gaul-Fields-Of rain—And spires-(they pitch--fragrant,)Like tents-To us,

To-The-Sole-Of my-Left foot-Deserted-At bay-

She-Doesn’t mind-Revealing-Her secrets,And listens-

Serenely-To these verses,

She means-To read-Them again-To the house-Of the-Lord,When he-Too-Again-Makes-Inversions-Mate---(there,)

Hafiz-Was Mary’s-

This one’s-To the right-Foot-Of the-mother-And hers-Key--

I mean-To give-Her-No more adorns-Just to- See-Her-Coming up-For air-So much-More-

I-Heard-her-Give-Weight-To stranded-Failing-Words-Before-She made-Them sing-And I need-That smile to-Un-fold--

In the-Faces-Of all—ayeeneh,(mirror,) For the coming-Of all-queens—In my wait-Forever--

Sevens (Amen)

They cast out these-

Large portions-Of us-(Humanity,)In all her-fleet-Of beasts-Uneven--Cousins-Nephews-And Williams’s---Foes-

Across-88-Quadrants-Like elephants-(to a circus,)

(Not-negligently,)I mean-But they’re not-Into you, like--Myself-

I am-Divine—

Hope-On the floors-Raiding-Ancient-Stars--(For the whole,)Like a lens-

And-By The-Clocks-Are the nine-Fives-fixesOf force-(no one’s --alone,)In the gaze--

Sometimes-I think-Physics is-Al they want-Right here-

As in-What-How much support-

For his lights-Immense weight,

And I am-But haven’t-Seen those-Ships of lead-Yet,From andromeda-I felt-The-Quakes-Of theirWeight-Dropped-By my-Hands-Of-Old,(Son of the hunters-and dippers, there,)Like kourosh—Your son,(My name,)

Here-

Over the fields-Of pine and sycamore-Trees-By the observatory-Of James’s dates-(1998)

And-how I can-Object-When-If love-Comes too-Close-The fabric-Of space and time-Relents-As in-Millions-Take-Flightfor her-Senses-And my sounds-Are too strong-

(And the-

walls cave in,)And I’ve to-Be moved out-By ambulances-And police--

But these-Life-Forms-Are everywhere-We need-Their-Shadows-Spread-In dark-Matter-Like-Tents-To-Light-Like-Who-Holds-Him down-While-

She hides-(for the-Greenness)-Fields-Of yes--

For the—Venerations-Of mortal-Kisses-(In hay)--

Favored

No body said-

We build-The world like-This,Everything-Was in always-Already-I never-Wanted-My right leg-Dis-paired,

Her beauty-Remains-(Unrecognizable,)

But good-Tempers’-Always fleeting-Haste’—

Its Like-She’s the-Favorite-But-Can’t avoid-

Their-Intrusions-(into herself—

and her woes,)As their-Souls-And thoughts-Linger-In her-Too long---(devil-makers,)

But that’s why-You’re coming home-To myself-In 2000-Years,

It’s the-Sole-Of my-Left foot-That’s-Irreverence-In anything-She does-

And says,(them,I never take-back upon-myself or Mary’s’ waves-)

The-Only-Permanence-In the world-Is love-And yours-Is hers,And ours’-My way—Of adore-

It’s the birth-Of a woman –And a man-And its-Always-Cold-By the key makers—Hands--(then,)

Hades never

No one-

Runs bedlam-By my arms-And legs-Ever,Those strings-Go by Mary-And Pam-in-one,I write-All the rules-And movements-Of this-World-Unchallengeable-Its by virtues-Struggles-Of being-The worlds-Creator-At my will--

(And by-Carrying it-Forward,Alone,)

No amen-seven-Can overrule-This-Scribe-

That-The lord-Only wishes-His-Own-Heart-From-The depth-Of the grounds-Back,He gives-Those-Tendrils-To His Nines’-Above-

And to the keeping-Of her-Mates-By-The Marys-And Pams-(not apart,)

Crowds

This enormous-Weight-

Of the suns-That’s curved-Slow-And furious-To the-Left-And right-Of the cross-Is dark matter-(is yourselves)-You’re-All-Backs-Out here-By my legs’—Concrete set-

All this heat-Generated-By-The-Billion tiny lights-I give-In to you--As soul-

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That-

Fit-Like crayons--In the palm-Of my-Hands,(of Host)-

(all of that-Is-One whisper away,)

(sing in-prayers,)Or come back-To the rain-makers’-Charges-

(not-theft,)

But-That-Enormous-Weight-Doesn’t-

Really-Have a name-

No one-Can really-Configure-Waste-That well—Yet,

Neither hers-Nor the-Other one—(loves girl,)

Each has been-Lifted-Out of-Grounds-

In 2000 years-Which-Was-Yesterday--(I--no,)

(its how-close-everything-Is-here,)By eighth-Floor,

I’m-Reading-These-Lines-By the-Ears-Of one mother-Whose reign-Is hundred years-Away,And so much more,)

But their names-Are small-Slow burners-

Meaning-Their sediments-Are-Grief-ridden,Heavy-Ridges-On grounds—Of hell,

Elements-Like gold leaves-Of the Jews-And the-red cobalt’—Masses-Of the-hassousd,(Envious cains,)

The-Fast-

Burners-(us,)Don’t-Come to the-Hold-Until-4000 A.D.

When-We-Bury-The last-Of abes-By-My-Feet’s-Heap,(--here,)

Now-(allah,)

We-Burn-Expansive-Lithe-Of the-Stardust,

free,)

For,My-Names-Remain-Thus-In-Times-

for-Eternity--

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Hades&Hell

If I don’t-Have a smile-

For these-Women-And their-Half-men,Its because I’ve-Seen-Their-Backs-Wrinkle against-The 2-dimensional-Hush-Stifles-of their-Home,Hades-(lairs,)-

Girls-Stand-facing-One another-Like loves lost-And a mirror-Might find it-(hopeless,)

And the man-Are all backs-Hairy-Unreasonable-

Long trains-Of satisfaction-Impossible’-

(They have no-Light-In them to give-another,)What burns stays-Around them-Like cages-And veneers-(they are only-Attractive-If you’re mad-Or blindly-Led-By fears,)

Which why-Hades-Is their-

Home,They take to-The sinful,(weighed,)

With forms-And perseverance-Of men-Who-Know-The end-Is always near-Them,(so much,)

They hold-My Achilles-Heel-Down there-

The grounds-Are also-The-Home-Of my hearts-Sheath,

Which the girls-Brazen-Around them-Keep-

And broadcast-Its vibes-Proud,Like-Love’s-At home-Frequently-And shines-By ours-(heat,)

And whether-With wings (nine)-Or below,They’re-All-Our-Serenades-Of hopes-(by his keep,)

But that’s-Not-Their-Duty-That glamorizes-Him-

Those strides-Are homely-Inventions-

Of her feet-Alone-By his-Lights,

What venerates-These women-Is not-Chastity-They’re-Not-Bound-By the rules-Of nine,

They couldn’t be-

He’d put-A chain-Around-And call-It-Us-

What separates-These-Women,

From-Any-you’ve-known,Is-They-Coax-And-Cajoles-The-Wayward-Based-Squarely-On his-Faiths-Interpretation-Of right-And wrong-Into the-Fires-By-One-

I’ve seen-The nails-(the khodams-khodams,of abes-)

Lined-Up-

Like-Frenzied-Perpetrators-Of fake-Into-Vineyards-Of jasmine-And-Cypress tress-Into-Weeds-Of tomorrow-By the wings-Of the free—

Across-Galileo’s (Gordon) 7 constellations—

Into the Luke’s-

Andromeda-And his womanAre truly-The prettiest-

Faces-And breasts-In the-Kingdom-Of seeds--

(I think-When we meet,)

Seal-66

This woman-Who-Sails-To heaven-

Is-My-Feet-Of fire-On earth-And sits-by-Every star-(that burns matter-like-a gentle-reminder,)

And those-Who objected-To her-Out of-Pure-Envy-Are only-A true-Proof-Of-The caretaker’s-

For had-They not-Bereaved-A love-

Of its object-

For-Dearth-Of anything-Loveable-Esteem able-

(Had they not-Been so wrong-To others-As to themselves,)

They would be—Existing now-(As she is-And forever,)

I wouldn’t-Have had-To hear their-Shrieks-By the-Fire gates-(Every tormented night,)

I would-Have-Had-

Less flowers-To spread-Around my empire-Of lights--

The world-Wouldn’t-Have had-Fewer-Lovers-By its rooftops—Of haste-

(But love-Has of a way-Of intensifying-By every-Flower-It invents-

That constellation-Out there-Wouldn’t-

Have had-As many-Sights-As it-Has-Today-

The orchards-Over-By M16-Wouldn’t-Be serenaded-So clearly-By every bird—In my air—

The very reasons-For our-Eternal-Presence-In pages-Of stay-

Is that-We love-Those-

For whom-We care-

And we-Praise them-Elevate them-To heaven-By every deed-And thought-

And we-Rave her-As ours-Wife-After the-Last-Peels-Of judgment-Are paid--

Acts-8th-66-

Arcade

The cast-Of every star-Is Gods-

Skin-(Is our backs,against-the wall-of stones-that-fall,)

Never gently-By the tail,Its havoc-And wars,The way-Tooth-Sits-By their hearts-

The way-They feel-they are-entitled-to-themselves,

Like-Children-At a market-

Place-(they still-call them-temples-to my face,)

(By the crucifix-Of the sins,)Their eternal loss--

I mean-You walk amongst-Them-Years-Preaching-Reverence-

Soon-As you’re out-Of their-Earshot-Its rape and—Mayhem-

Its men-Asking for boys-And their women-Only girls-

Mostly their own—

But the physics-Of it-Becomes-Confirming--To my senses-

I feel-It hasn’t--Abandoned-Right-And wrong-

Because-Down-Below-Them-Is the shelter-Of my-Heart-

The thighs-Of-Voluptuous-Infra-Light-

Reddish-Fades-Of-Rhymes-Of all--Seeing-Wrapped-In the-Blinds-(of their-Thoughts,)

Its where-Hell-Starts-Like a breach-And they-Stop-

Its not-For the existing-Of rays-(We always are,)

But for it-To burgeon-

And spread-

The pan-Has to-Light-The fires-On-Loves-Loss-

(Which-Explains-Its Juries-And-Channels-

The wondering-Figures-That-Bury-Themselves-In its depth—Of rivers-

The Arcs-Of coveringThe rooftops-Of eyes-

And those pans-Are 10 feet tall-But lie dormant-Stretched-By my stars-In heat-

And some-come-Up-To their-Gazer-And ask-What’s their-Reason-For living-

And if their-Heart is young-(In me,)

If the scents-Are not-Wrong-

We light-Our way-Across-The-

Landscapes--Of feed—

(She insists-her names is not-love’s,)

And we disagree-As she leaves--

Slow women

My star faces-Are the-closest-To the base-

Of our heart-Sitting-Amidst-The-Fires-As the-Fairest-In those-Rights--

Blue eyes-Long legs-

Sentiments-Of rains-In them-Like-

Harvest-And-Fast-

(Agreeable-but they-grieve-the un-redeemable,)Like dance-

I think-It’s the fire-In them-That-Pulsates-

(in an another kind,)

Unused to their God’s-

I am-More like-Everyday-Is Sunday-

(And never the same,)

The quickness-In us-Moves-The hours-

While-They-Ride-

Away-In ours-

And appear—

At the dawn-Of light-By chance-

Still-Their-Greatest-Instrument-Is their-Heart-That-Vibrates-Beats-By the-All-Sources-Of -Light-

(On my breast,)

Like a musician-They hear-

Every beat-

And theirWishes-Are the-scenes-At home,

And the-Light keepers-Fights-

(Are our own—As we pass)—

The Spread

My-

Left leg-Is faint—

She walks-With her-Feet-Glued into-One another-Attentive-Like same ring-

It makes-Her-Head-Sway to the-

Sides-Of the-Encounters-

Looking-For what’s safe-

Like-Something-

Inside-Them-Repeats-To her-In not-so-Many-Words:

(We mustn’t be the only-things,)

This weight-On us-Is such an-Uncertain-Fate-

Her-Men are-Hairy-Figures-Who-Laugh-In shrieks-Of disquiet-Unreserved-

Women-Are not-

Their favorite-Sails-

On the landscapes-Of Gods paints--

I wonder-If she-Knows-The meanings-Of-Motherhood—

She grips-Her thighs-To say-Gods weigh--Is pleasures-To her-Legs--

But the-Safety-Of all-women-

And children-Everywhere-

Await-

The comings-Of the Christ-

Her king-

And Breath-

And we-Mumble-Through- As though-We know-

Almost-Everything—

(By feel,)--

But the-People-

On her spires-

Are so-Wrong—

That-I ban-Her-From-

My bed-

For 2000 years-Of fade--

Still—

She has a way of-Reminding-

You of the senses-

Of good—In her-Laze-

That Gods goodness-

Appeals-

To her-

More than-Anyone-

Else’s-Scents,

And leads-Us-

Gently,

Through-the-

Fields of-Her-

boisterous, (Clan,)

un-disturbed,

Instant Karma8th-page

I look-

Through-The streams-That flow-In and-out,Of her,

By my will-

On-The-Mirrors-We have-On every-Weigh-

Everyone’s’-A tailor onto-One reality-(here-as-any where,)

(and its hers)-As much-As ours,)By heaven-Or-In hell-

(But as we-love-And not- hate,)

She waits-By home-

Still-Eighth’s-In distracted

(Phases-of them,)

By lord--

In cancer-Their growth-Is passable-By degrees-

In Leo--Its easier-James is-Jesus’-Likeness-And two’s-

But our-Wishes-For all-Of their-Peasants-Is same-

We hope-their-Men-Weren’t-So warm-And-The women-Not-just-hand-‘whores,’

The-Irreverent-Sons-And daughters-Of no—

Have--Their-Say-

But-

We reduce-Their-Envy-By hours--And-Hatred-In-Our force-

They’re-Incomplete’s—

And shall-Remain-So-

Until-I have-All-My lights-

Spread-

By-The throws-Of her-Sediments--

(At—Night skies,)-

Like-a-Voice--

Proud-And-Certain-

Just as they-Were created--By the-Strings-Of her-Nine’s--

Windows-(and tens,)

(She knows,)

And just as –She chases-

The-Tiny,Formations-

Of-Dirty-Sullen-Appearances,Out of my dreams-

We-Prepare-

For the-becoming-Of her-Saints-

By my door—

I ask-If-The New Magdalene-

Is tall-And serene-As the old-

She says-

This one is tender-And bright--as the Canes-In-her-flesh--

But closer—To the-

(Heart of my soul,)---

She means-They are-By my-Left,

(Plucked-from-Seas-Of resurrection-

In her hopes,)

And she-Arrives-Knowing,

The faith-Of-Love-In my way-

Must be met-By-The mirrors-Of hers-And his--

(At every shore,)-

Acts,9th-8th

Star faith-6-8

Eshghe-Must-Have a man-By her-To be-Lust--

She reveals-Quick—

It’s the-Matter-

In us-She claims--

That needs-Revering-

By the light-

(In deeds)--

There’s no one-Else-That can-Keep-The fires-Lit-At home-

The retreat-Into-My own-Is a lie-

Told-Not to-Self-

For myself-Is a vibrations-Of my mate—

(Our lord,)

But If the-truths-Were to-Be revealed-

To the-

Senses-Of so old—

If it-Were-to-Frighten-Them of-

Their souls-Someday-

If those sparks-Of God-In them-

Were to be-Sold,

To his-Returns-

(By my late,)

For the greenness-

Of some-Unimportant range-

In the-Keeps-By-One-Of his--Shepherds-

Of the lights--(Seed)-

(The true-Rays-Of his-Soul-By our heat)--

(Lost,)

The fright-Of-The selflessness-

Is low—

In hearts--

The future-Is so bright-

(around,)

On the Far side-Of the Mars—(is- height,)

And it snows--

Where-They-Bite-Into the moors-Of our mirrors-

(In his weigh,)

For the thirst-

Of the valleys-In man-

Are intense-

At bay—

And I’m born-A redeemer-In faith-—

That the keepers-

Of the planes-

Are by-His names-

That-

True-Love-Is the God-

In us-

(Restrained)--

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10-Doors

The heroes-

Don’t look-The part-But-

For-The collectors--Of movies and tapes—

It-Isn’t-The ragged-Souls’-

Voices-

Of-My-Wealth-in-Discontent-

I mean—

These men-Look battered-

Forlorn-

Heavy-On the back sides-Of woe--

Bent-

Like the-duty-to-Oneself-Has conceded—

Service-

To the-Conceit –in men--

And its-Only-One-o’clock--

By-The –Time-Keepers-

Hand-

As in-

We just-Walked-Through-Hell-(Hers-And-I,)

By-The-Street-Fights-

Unmatched--

Feeling-Not-abandoned-

But-

For-The comfort-Of hers-In us-(take strength-from shelter-of-light,)

And ours-

In the-Knowing-That-All-

ThatBegins-

By love-

Ends in the-

Hearts-Of the giver-

Like rain-

Believe-

That-Is,

In-separable-

From-

The-Ways-

Of the-Christ-(My name)--

And the-Backs-Have-Added-

The flares-

That-

Are-Unworthy-

Of my rays-

By-The very-

Virtues-That,Are-

Non-existent-On those planes—(of-hades-and-hell,)

I mean-

How do-You-

Tell-

A two-Dimensional-

Form-

That sleeps-In the wastes-

Of the-Beauty--of-

Stars-And heaven--

Its-Only-A voice-

He hears-(out of here,)that’s’-

Cut-on its-Edges-

(of all meaning,)

By his excess-

They’ve-Suited-

These woman-As men-

And lizards-

As girls--

And they-Sit-

Envious-Fury-

Like-

A Crow-On a-

Hill-

That-Counts-Only on-

Fest-

He says-

(the one to the-Right-Of the cross)-

My lies-

Have-Become-

Wounds-

To-The light-That,Shine-

My own way—

He Means-

He’s-

Soiled-By their-Envy-

And thirst-

That-

The days-

Of the crows-Are-

Everyday-At,End-

And I-

Scream-

At the-

Top-Of my lungs-

For-Their-Wanting-To jump-

On my trains-

Of love-And lust-

Avenues-

That aren’t paved-

With heat-

But rivers-Distinct,Freeze,

Fraught-

By longing--

For-Knowledge-

(And our own returns)-

And if-

They go left-

If they veer-

Right-Too close-

To the others—

Sounds-

I promise-You-

They shan’t-

Be-Around-To see-The daylights-

Fade-

By-The clocks-

Of –

Ours-

Is an ocean-

(Without end)--

Acts-Amen-10-

Saints-9,4

She says-

If you-Look-At the-Screens-

For one minute-

The tentacles—

Of these grounds—Shake-Like-(Hope,)-

That it exists-It laughs-Even,

That-It-Revere’s-My gaze-

And holds-(like its your own,)

I thought-

(this is the year-your-steams leaving,)

By my serenades-

Out of those-Trenches,(of hate,)

But there-

Are tanks-Ammunition-

On the-Streets-Of no where—

Yet,

That shake-At-The-Four-Corners-Of the world—

I read the news-Everyday-Solemn,

But she has-No answers-

Only-Stares-

Waiting,

For the-Sounds-Of my words-To hit-Her-Like-

Warnings-

Here,

Thunder

Then:(this is the year-your steam—left,)I say-

and-

you’ll-awake-

Among-Others-With my Names-On-

(And she sorts,)

While—

I await-

(Ascendant,)

For the coming-Of my Nines-

As saints-

Serenely-By the door-

Acts-6-9th

Diamonds-1

By the-Bus stop-

I climb-For the-Clouds-That-Cover-

The shapes-Of my need--

They’reComing off-

The right,

Everything-

Is stronger,By that leg—

I can-

Look-Across-Centuries-

Of distress-East--

Or-West-Into-

Crowds-Of-Unruly-Citizens-

Without-

Raising-My voice-Or-Their-Fears--

(of my feet,)The devil-

In me--Is restrained-

By the-Temperament-

Of God-

With--Her--(she-ba,)

I think-They’re awed-By themselves,

(in us-)the Cain’s-

Its-The Left’s food-In them-That pours-Like rain-

In now--

I know-

The matter-That’s wrapped them-Only wants the fights-

To end-His way--

They-Linger--By the-Bus stops-

Certain,In gait—

And talk-

Of-The coming-Of Kourosh’s-

Next wife-

(By their breath,)-

6 German-Tourists,Walk into the bus-

Tall-Handsome-By accident-I think-

They-Whisper-

(All accidents-around-God-Are made-By seeds,)

They-Sit-

By the stems-Of my face— (Pamela,)—

I know-

I’ve-Laid-

Hers--Women--

Onto-Beauties-Of-My hands-Palms-

(in turn,)

For-The-Redemption--

Of my mistakes—And their sins-

I-Insist-

Like-A blind man-That knows better-

How-Each one-Is-So-Keenly-More-Desirable-

They fear--

Beauty-Is kept-Only-

By the eyes-Of the beholder-

(and its in--their matter,)

I believe-

Feeling—

They’re-

Too near-To the-Truth-

By my head-(and can stay there-forever,)

But may-Fade away-

In those-

Trenches-Of:Despair-

Where:Only-(ugliness wins,)

And hope-

Is-Surrounded-

By the-Plagues-

They call friends--

(The snakes-that-crawl-the grounds for Helen,)

relentless,incomplete,

Waiting-

For the-Clues-

To their-

Wither-

(in my men,)

Which are my-Own-Sings-

Pacing-The grounds-

Of images-Like feathers-

In the wind--

Feeding-That by-

Every-Shadows’-Whisper--

Must be--

My woman’s—

Every star-Is born-

Of my breaths-Forever--

And-That-

On the-Day-I die-

Hell-

Comes out-Of heaven-

Alive-

The sun-

Leaves the skies-

To sink-

Back-

Into-The beginning-Of time-

And to-

Surround-

Its maker-There-

With light-

For heavens-

To rise-Again-

Out of us-As,One,

Acts-8th-10th

GroundsBelow-4,6

Its where-

Hate sits-Surrounded by itself-

Fathers-Obsequious-

Too attentive-To little children-

(they should-have-only treated-with respect,)

Closets-Full of-

Grey-Shades-

(of males,)

In hiding-For their-

Scents-In other-Men-Are-

Deplorable-

Mustard-Colors-

Yellowing-Spirits-

Women-Who-Cry-

Out of pictures-

We’re all gay-And dissolve-

Into-The sun-

By her feet--

(they’re-the black-and-whites,)

here,

I can-see out of-My-Window-Eighth,Complete,

Then-

I move-My head right-Eyes closed-

These-

Are colors-

Deep-

They’re-

Better-

Off-As people-

The scents-Are fruits-

And of-Vegetables-

Its—where-Love-

Pretends-

To hide-

For the-Fears-Of-

Not-existing-By me-

The girls-Are all-

Almost red--

They’re the end-

Of Christ-(my tail,)

But-Can slowly-

Lead you-Back-

Onto him-

Its—just-

That if-You-

Live-

Well-

Without-

The weight-

Of the sin-

You’re already-By us-(with Mary,)

But without-haste-Star-faces-

Will-Lead-you through-

the light-that burns--

She waves-The band-Of sciatica-

In her hair---

And says-(Bia Ba man,)

And the-Flan Landers-(abes,)

Can’t wait-

Its-The-Frequency-

That propels-Her--

Movements-Forward-

Its really-Not theirs-

Its Gods-

(I’m both-heaven-and hell,)

Then-I move-

Further-

And things-Begin-To tighten—

Around-

The-

Strings-That-Are-Deeply-Unlit,

Sticky-Like candy-

Nothing-Really-Matters-

But-My fate,

These are Pam’s-And-Her-Dippers-Of Mary-

Its where-

The stars

Are busy-

Churning-Energy-

For begin-

And-

The end-That-

Never was-

Its-

How I am-The-Alpha and omega-

The one man—Deed-

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Canis Major-2(Mathew,)

The thoughts-

Of now-That left-

For-The fires-

Sorted-In numbers-(one-by-one,)

In trains-Of my meditations-

(The chronicles-rays,)

Were broken-So hard-

By the sugar-Canes-In her-Mouth’s-

Of drive-Him,Forward-

(Yet,)

That-It rained-

Too-Many-

Man-Friendly,Smiles-

On the salt-Heads-Below-Them--

I mean-

I’d-Board-

The buses-For the waters-

With peasants-Loaded-Deep-

And the men--Stare-

At the God amidst-Them,

Like-He’s a failed-Friend—

(And we’re not gay,)

It made me-

See-howBy the Leos-Who-Are-The holy-Ghosts-Faces-Above-(for 8th,)

We-Never-Crack-

A smile-

But for ours beloveds—Laughter-

(And stare,)

And it’d-Make-Me-Angry-

Resolved-

That-

Whatever-Comes my-

Way,(Always has to-be re-aligned,)

Awake-

Or-In the sleeping-Hours,

(by her fathers-and saints,)

Of my names--

And-

That-The voice-Of heavens-Here-

They-

Know-And love-

So much-Should-Be-The one-

That takes-The broken-

Key-

Back-

To-

Sirius-

Who’s-Her-Mary-Then--

And-

Though-I like

All the-Beauty-

In her cape-

The spiders-

And-

The tails-On his hives-

Left-

-265-

Stretched-Bent-Livid,

Head-To toe-

For the-Craters-On Mars-And earth-

Which-

Reminds-Us,

Daily-Each-

Painstaking-Night,

-266-

How-

Chaos-

Is-Controlled-Overwhelmed-By-

The right-

Of the-Crosses-

Who-Sat-

Near her-By is-birth— (big-bang)

(and-the duty-of ours,to their fate,)

Acts—66,10th

-267-

f-Faded

Frequency-Of now-

Has-The flavor-(of the ray,)For moving-

Lorries-

Into freight-Trains-

I’ve-Seen-The-Lights,That-

Skew-Themselves-

Nearing-One another-

Like borders-Without end--

By-Their own-View of-Themselves-

(in shaped-mirrors,)Of ours--

(less height,)Faded-

Without-A Mary-

By a woman-Though,

Carrying-Scenes-

After-Seas-

By the-Sun-

Effervescent-Not-verdant-

But-Imbued-With-Presences-

That know-Heritage-

Have seen-Rains-Develop-

On their-Own-

Tiresome-Legs-

They-Have-

Faith-

I-Should-Know-

We planted-It-In them-With verse-

With-Credulous-Baits-Of-Comings-And-Goings-

That-Are-Favored-

For himself-

But-In-

Other-Some-Ness,

Like-

Hopes-

That-Dawn-By him-At nights,

Greetings-

From-

Other-Views-Of-One light--

By-The dozen-Rainmakers-

Seasons-

Crossed-

At-

One-Border-(10)

While-Others-Tow-The-Famous-Linger-

In always-Someone else’-Eyes--

By the crowds-

(like her-sated-in-him,

by-

Hers-Likes--

Like-Us-Divided-

(not in hate,)But cross-

Like-The-Coming-Of-

The-Spring-Is always late-

But-Its-

At the-End-Of a rainbow-

That waits—

(for us,)

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Mary-2Eve

It-Always-Wills-One way-For us-(by two,)

Like-The king-Who has-To be-

Born-

To himself-

Immaculate-Received-

Not even-Seeded-By-His own spirit-On the right-(Joseph,)by-the-Feet-

So-

My breath-Calls-Himself-

In the middle-Of night—

You-

Come-Out-Of us-Alive-

(for them,)

By my-Names--Adam-

In-the-beginning-As the end-

And-This-World-Becomes-One-

For-The father-Who-Is-The son-And the ghost--

(was yourself,)Before Eden-

These-Tireless,Symmetries-Here-

Ignore-My wishes-

So much-More often—

Than ours-

But-

It has-To abide-By my will-

If-The-Voice-Of -God-

Appeals-To-the women-In man—

Deep-

Acts-5th-8th-

Mojdeh-3

And running-Shadows-Is not by the names-

I see-Common-People-Gather-Everywhere-

And-Its not my-Keep-

Its-Just-The traces-Of their--

Scents-

Are-Left-

Bereft-Of meanings-

And-By the-Hands-Of clocks-

The-Understandings-

Are-Incomplete-

As-In-

You-Need-To give-Birth-To new-pleasing-

But-

Meaningful-Ness,

And-Their-Own-Spires-

Are short-By many degrees-(breathe only unrest,)

I can’t-Even-Connect-To-Nine-Ten-Fields-

That-Have-Our-Own-Senses-

Formed-

And-

Their-Doors-Can’t-Come up-

For air-

Yet,

All-The-Breathing-Is-By the-Woes-

Of pretend-Normal-So,

The-Casual-Women-Voices-Say-

(To be hands,)

And-

Sound-False-Even-

By yesterdays-

Frequencies-

And-The-Men-Talk-Of envy-

Like-It-Was-

Something-They’d seen-On a movie-screen-And it-Wasn’t-By his voice-

(And couldn’t have-been too-real,)

The-Feelings-Inside-Them.-Are-Of-The-Deeper-Comprehensions-

But-

Knowledge-Is not-Just-Felt-And must-

Be seen-And heard-

It’s-

Where-They-

Seemed-Whole-

And-It mustn’t-

Go away--

And-The-Rays-

Out-

Of the-

Sundress-Were-

Floods-By Gods-

Words-

From left-

And-It-

Shines-Voluptuous-Of their-Shared-Breath-

And-

It-

Pours-Out-On-Everyone-

Like-

Sum’s--Rain-

So-

The-Avenues-

Around-

Us-Are-

Crowded-Even more--

By-Her-Old-

(Tormentors,)

Like-

Keeping-

The salvation-

Cold-

Was-

The-

First-And-Last-

Duty-Of-Her-

Intentions’-

Met---

Acts-88th-6th

John-88th

And-

With-

This-Enormous-Bulge--

Against us-

From-Where-

Satellites-

Of light-

Coached-Themselves

Into-

Yes-Nebula-Horizons-

His-Sediments-And hers-

By the loaves-

(the eve-and-him,Mated,)

In one-Loft-

Only-Their-

Own-

Curves-

In the-Skies-

Spots-Like-

Beauty-Queens-

And-Philosopher-Kings-

Without-The-

Sad-Heels-Below-

(that weigh-us-down,)

Though-

With-

Enormous-Billboards-

And wanting-Teeth,

That-Bellows-Self-Only-

But-Makes--Peace--

After-

Canines-Have-Set-Forth-

On them-Like foes-

After-Fight-

For-

Each-Hope-

Projecting-

Gods-

Images-In-Man-

(Whole,)

Across-

Buoyed-Fields-By-

The-Vacant-Beauty-

Sounds-

Of -

(the soul,)

In the-

Beginning-

As in the end-

From now- (اآلن )

Acts-Creation-3,8th-

Moon-9

Geometry-Owns-

Everything-

Even mood-

It-Admits-Enormous-Heaps-

Of-Uncertainty-

By-The-Waters-

(Though,)

Like-

Flights-Of-

Non-Dear-

By the light-

To-

The chagrin-

Of heights-I mean-

Who’s ever-Heard-

Of-Foods-

Into-My berth-

Without-My owns-

And-

Ragingly-Why-

Should-They want-

To-

Come-Up-

For air-

(If it-isn’t their-home,)

The-Boy-God-Objects-To-

These distractions-Of-Temporaries-

To-Goli-(un-flowers,)

And her-

Equipage-

Of gays-Only-

And-I-Hear-

Their cries-Of-Joy-

But-I-Know-They-Turn-

Us-Into-

Unfriendliness-Territories-

Faster-Than-Pans-Fight-

Slower-Than-A-Dance-Should-Be-

They-Burn-

Haste-To-Waste-

And-Call-

It-Hate-(but by-other names,)

I mean-

How-Much-Differentiation-

If-

You’re-By-Flatlands-

Triangles-Attached-To each-Other-Like holes-

(in the grounds,)Chained-

If-You-Move-Its-One-Big-Emergency-

If-

You-Stay-You-

Bring-

Million-

Unwelcome-

Greets--

By-The keys-(crazily,)

So-I say-Unto-You-

Dearly-

No-Women-Cries-

Here-

Without-Our Mary--

Acts-5th-8th-

Vase-9

Its the base-Of my heart—

I hear its clamor—And-

Feisty-Appetites-

For un-being,

For not-Being-Amongst-

The living-Restful-Complete-

Its-

The doubt-That-Lingers-Deep-

Love-

Is above-

By-The chain-Makers-

Number-Nine-Dreams-

The-Base-

Pretends-And-Wins-For-Its stripes-

Of-Red-

And-Black-

Venerations-Bed-

Gone bad-

So frequently-I have to-Look-Into-Hells,

And-Change-

The-Fires-Fading-Hopes-

The-

Ports-

Holding-Court-

For-Assassins-To my kings-

The-Women-And-And men-

That-Are-Always-

Playing-For-The shortest-Time-In-Heaven-

Flickering--

In-The faintest-Desires-By-

His servants-

Why-

The tentacles-Of so alive-

Lives-

Underground-Surrounded-By-

Dearth-Of being ness-

Why-Heart-

Can’t-Exist-

The voluptuous-

Breath-Of Gods-Himself-Is-The-Mystery-Of wait,

Of-

Having-

To-

Bury-Certainty-Into-

Heat---

Of-

Wanting-To-Run-Over-To-

The-

Eighth,

And-Rescuing-The feet-

Raising-

Her-Back-To-Ourselves-

Of-

Solving-The-Noble-

Breath-Of keep--

Acts-8th-9th-6th-

Time-7-89

How-

Many-

Pages-Must we-Turn-

For you-To know-

The-Day-Doesn’t-Become night-

Nights-

Don’t-Spin-Around-

Their-Length--

Without-

Their names-

Triumphant-Returns-

By-The moon-Of every hour-

By the-Sacred-

Messages-That-

Bring-Them quietly-Into-

Frozenness-Lakes-

Late-Forever-

Like-Whites-Meandering-

Playful-GazeOf-

Rest,

For--Playing-Silhouettes-

Of black--Into-

The blueness mists-Fade-

And-Then-

EveryHour-Someone-Waits-

For anotherIn-The-Harbingers-Duty-

Of-Only-Togetherness-

Sates-

And-

Receives-

Him-

By-The-Dawn-

Of-Next:

She says-

I-

Know-The-Hoping-Waits-

For-Us-

In his-

Immediate- (Births)—

And-

We-Free fall-Then-

Again,And beget-

Acts-5th-

Monkeys-10

These monkeys—Actually half—Exist-

By the tail—Of your fins-

Hidden-In—hives-You-Neither-Admit-Nor-Can admonish--

Not like dolphins-

And mammals—Are-

Nothing-Serene-And tranquil-

About-Them-

In fact-

They can-

Steer-A vehicle-Almost stolen-Into a drug-Store-

For a six-Pack-Of liquor—

(most-mornings-and nights,)

But--

They’re out-Of poultry-

And rice-Of people-We-Meet-

Eggs-That-Haven’t-Seen-

The light-Of the day-

Smell-Like-Millions-Sorrows-

Un-invited-

They-Can’t-Harbor-

Goodwill-

Or-

Recognize-It scents-

For-

All-Its-Disappearances-

Has-Meant-

Them--Cleared-

And-

These-Monkeys-

By-

The tail-

Of-

Your-Fate-Can’t-Think-My friend-

Apart-From-Driving-Passers-By-

To-Distraught-Lands-In themselves-

TheyAre-Not-By-The-Faith-Of-

One-Star-Or-Soulful ever--

I propose-

You-Leave-Them-

Out-

On the-Balconies-

Of shelters-

Unborn-

Leave-Them-Not-Where-You foundThem-

It gives-You-No hope-

But-

Take-Them-Kicking-And screaming-

Out-Of these-Doors-

That-We’ve-Invented-

Out-

Of-A need-To-

Cover-Your mistakes-And theirs-

Who-Never-Was--

But-Will-Be-Then—Acts-8th-10th-

Suns

All the food from left and right though-Fueled all the suns-

From the beginning-And the end was one-(Alpha-and-Omega,)

All-That burned-In Hades-By her-Fire-Hair and skin—

Became-Gardens-

On our four corners-Of seeds-

And-Though-I long for quiet-Hours-Everyday-

Where-We can-Watch-Listen and-Draw-Street-Angel scenes-

Of our own-

(I’m not-quite-prejudiced-

but can see that all-beauty-is only-

at home,)

To my regret—

Still-

Cleaning up-This mess-

Is like-Clearing--After-A huge-Worldwide-Gay-Banquet-

Where-They ate-And drank-Not-Till-Fullness-Met-

But-Till-They-Had-To-Be-

Almost each-

Dropped-Out-Of sights-Complete-

Most-Escorted-Kicking-And screaming-Still-

Asking-For more-Of themselves-(more without any senses-of keep,)

Crazy-Fitful—Deep-

And-As soon-As-

I want-To take-Shelter-Or rest—

I have to remind-Myself-

Agreeable-But-With awe-And reserve-

That-

Right-Here-On my chest-Is the soul-Of all stars-

In heaven-

To the left-And below-It-

Is-The heart-

That’s-All hell-And Hades-

That-The-Slightest-Variations-

In minutest-Things-Still-Set-Off-

Alarms-

By-

Ghosts-

And their-Keeps-

Who-Make-

You feel-

Like-

Walking-On a high-Wire-Over-

Vulnerable-Inseparable-Lands-That-Need-Deeds--

(first and last,)

By-The-Second-

Coming-Of-

Our-Faith--

The-Christ—Forever--Acts--

10-9-8th-6th-and-4th

Force-2

It’ll take me another 100 years—to work out—the-Physics of what happened here-

But for the past 4 years—people on the left and right-Had-This enormous-All you eat and drink Gay party-At my expense-

The food-energy-Began to pour-into-Hell,A year ago--

And I wrote—the Chronicles-one-and-two-And they rioted—As a house-To every word-I wrote-(they heard everything,)

but the words made them-walk-voluntarily-almost-into Hades-and hell--

In protest-Away-From me-They thought-

But-Arm-n-arm-

With My women and men-Mistaken—As themselves-

It-Was-a monstrous-amount-of weight-

I almost-Starved-Because-Everything one touches-Was dirty-And Gazed-

The-Suns-Were-Then-Exploded-With-Force-And-Energy-Everywhere-

Still-Around-Myself-It-Wasn’t-But for a few days-And-It-Never-Was-More than-An accent-Or-Strength-To-What-Had-Always-

Been-Held-

Regardless-Of-What-Anyone-Else-Did-Or said—

But-Its-Colors-Were-Bright-

Vibrant-By-Our-Rights--

Fed-Voluptuous-By-My own left-And fights---

And-It-Will-Take-Another-1000 years-

to-work-the physics-of the rest-so by last judgment-In 4100 A.D.

Humans-Under--The-Wings-

Can do-The work-

Of hell-and-Hades-Themselves-

For me-

And-Reduce-

This-Enormous-Burden-Of-Food-On hell--

And-Machines-That-Re-configure-

Waste-

Away-From humanity’---Chaos--

Into repose-Rest--

Meanwhile-

If-You-Eat-Anything-

But-Vibrant-And-Greens-

Organic-

Less heat--

If-

You-Read-

And-Not-Bow-Your heads-To-Every prayer-

Brought-So-Painstakingly-

Free-

Not-

Only-

You-

Have-

Yourselves-

To-

Blame-

For-

Every-Injury-And-Insult-Upon-Your-Health-

Family-And-Well-Fare--

But-

I’ll-

See-You-As-Usual-

On-The-Way-

To-

Fires-Hell-

Because-

Every-Tremor-Every-Move-

Up-Or-Down-

Must-Be-Accompanied-By-The-Grace-Of-The-Names-

Allah-Christ-Eighth-Infinity-

Acts-9-10-7th

Young’s voice-3

When-The rains-Went-Through-

By-The-Clock-Of-All hours-

After their vapors--Had escaped-

The plains-

Restrained-

Just-As the-Words-Had-

Run-Down-In the-Waves-

Changing-To-Quiescence-Pleasing ness-

For-

The-Senses-Of-Everyone-

We’d-Claimed-

The-

Change-

In-The voice’s-

On-Mount-Olympus-Startled-Me-

Clean--

I’d-Say-A meaning-

And-In-The pouring-Rains-Around-

My-Head-It’d-Sound-Like-

The old-Sages-Of-

Right-

By-The names-

I-Thought-Then-

They-Must-

Like-This sound-Of-God-In-The-

Hearts-

Of-Everyman-And-

The noble-Eights-

For-Its-

Compassion-

Is-Captured-

By-Her-Feels-Of-We’ve-Laid-

Close-To-Your-Men-

We-Recognize-The-Passion-

By-The-Sounds-Of Messiah-

In them-

And-It-

Relents-In-Us-The-Greenness-Of-Hope--

It-Brings-The fears-

Of any-Loss-

Further-

From-

What-We’ve-Come-To-Call-Home-

“And-It-Is”-

For like-Her-It-Lies-At-

The-End-Of one--Strings-

Like-The-Accompaniment-

Of-

Pinnacle-And-Feet--

The-Way-A-Blade-Of-Grass-

Receives-AndTows-

The-

Coming-Of-All-

That-Its-Own,

We-Think-The god-In-Us-

Is-

Clear-As-A-Bell-

That-He-Invents-Every minute-

Without-A-fear-

(Of hate)-

And-We-Sow-

The-Seeds-Of-That-Armor-

For-The-Coming-Of-His queens-By-Our-Numbers-

As Lord’s-

Acts-Luke-5,6th—9’s

The last--‡ ∞

It-Took-

Eight-Grueling-Moons-

(three-Seasons,)Of take--

For-All-The Gays-

To leave-The suns-Everywhere-

It-Wasn’t a-Diatribe-By-Every departure-Of recklessness-No—

But-Long-Parades-Of-Starvations-And-

Everyday-Threats-And violence-For my-Faith--

The-Heaviest-

Abes-Men-Sit-In-The-Black-

Locked-

Pulse less-In holes--

The-Hands-Women-

Left-And-Right-Went-Down-Hades-

ForThe-Worlds-

Secret-Gardens-Were-Afoot—

Like-A-Man-

Who-

Takes-Back-All-His-Mistresses-As-Wife-

The-World-In-My-Eyes-

Wouldn’t-Leave--

The-Rays--

0f-His-Light-Abandoned-

For-A-Loss-

I-Saw-Jasmine-Trees-And-Bushels-

Of-Pink-And-Reds-

Flowers-Born-

And-Palmed-Out-Of-

Of their-Atonement--

(And it soothed us,)

It-Made-

Cosmic-Fate-

The-

Very-Poetry-Of-Knights-

And-Their-

Fanciful-Flares-

Of-

Women—By nines-

It-kept-Us-

Looking-

Across-

For-The-Last-

Judgments-Name--

I-Thought-

How-Hell-Connects-To-My-

Hearts-

Must-Be-Rightful-And Lords—

(First-and-last,)

And it-Is-

For-

The coming-

Of their-

Queens-By-My feet-(returned,)

For-The venerations-

Of the dippers-

That-Bend-

But-Only-To-Straighten-Their sons-And mates-

And-

For-

Loves-

The-

Chances-

Of-Asunder-Are-Kept-Flawed-

Non-Existent-By-The-

Shelters--

That-Echo-

In-The-Same-

One-Word-

Mantra--

That-Eshghe-Is-

The-MeaningOf the-House-

That-God-Builds-

And lights-

For-The wars-In men-Must-

Come-To-The pleasing ness-Of his-women-

And ours-

And-The-Men—

Fates-Closed—His-

Doors-Are-Always-Amen-

And-Not-These-Shorts—

Who-Berate-But never win-

Oh-Careful-

Happy-

Losers-

Of-Fires

Feed-The-Rings-

And fold—

(Within them)--

By we (ba-ghee)—(Here,)

Acts-8th-3

Honey-3

I-Saw-

Then-

That-As we-

Wrote-

The-Words-

The-

World-

Would-Adjust-

Its-Sounds-

To-Fit--

The reasons-And rhymes-

Of-Its-Creator-Plenty--

That-It-

Not –Only-Needed-Heavens-

Doors-Assent—In-Degrees-

But the-

Grounds-Below-

Came-In-

By-Virtue-

Of-Being-BesidesHim-In creation-Of stars-On the fields-Of Jesus and Mary-

And-Because-

By-The heart-She-

Was-So-

Deeply-Loved-And-

Felt-ByThe names--

That-I-Weren’t-

Ever-Able-

To-Replace-Her-For-

My-Jealousy-

(of hers not being-ours alone,)

And-The-Shapeless-

Half-men-Who-Sit-Around-Them-

Feeding-On-Glows-Of home-

From-

Her-Appearances-

By-The-Sun-

Flaring-Beautiful-Clothes-

That-Say-We-Belong—

To-Singing--

Number-Nine-Dreams-Together-

In the skies-

With john-

And-After-

We’d-Hatched-His-

Constellations-Like-Petals-Of-The-Sum--

In-The-Fore-knowledge-

That-All-ThatRises-Out-Of-Them-

Must-Be-

By-My-Own-Eyes-Of-Calm-

I-Said-I-Like-The-way-She-Mates-

By the sea-

He-said-So-Cautiously-

She’s-Your-Pretty-Angel-Bowed-By-

Mary-In-The-virgin-Of-The rocks-

Restrained-From-

Nearing-

Too-Much-

Lest-The-Fiends-In hell-

Rise-From-Your-Vibes--

And-I-Knew-

In-The-

Certainty-

Of-All-Eternity-And-Soothe-

That-

True-

Were--Those-Who-Slept-By-Hell-

But-

Were-Directed-By-Heaven-Only-

That-I-Would-Redeem-And-

Cleanse-Them-Out-Of-Love-And nothing-Else-

So-Listen-

You-Products-Of-Love-And-Hope-

The-King-Amongst-You-Has-Beds-

That-Swoon-And-Neglect-

Not-Lust-

But-Never-Not-Know-The-Sources-Of-All-That’s-Right-

And-The-Hearts-

Of-All-Women-And-Men-Too-

Steer-Clear-Certain-

By-

My-Feet-

That-The-Houses-Of-

Holy-Are-Straight-

And-Serene-As-Our-Deeds-

And-God-

Himself-Is-

Decided-

To-

You-

Acts-6-7th-5th

Yes-3

Don’t-Get me wrong-

But-You-Need-Great minds-Behind-Every-Dream-

Gesture-And-

Deed-

Like-The-Whole--

On-Two-Rule-

That-Receives-And-Feeds--

I-Know-

Not-

Only-My-Women-

Can-Steer-By-Great-Hearts-

Alone-

For—Theirs-Is-The-Ways-

Of-Command-

To-The-Eyes-Of-The-Whole-

But-

My-Soul-

Lights-

By-The-Giving-

Of their-Forms--

It-Finds-His-Own-

If-The-Aplomb--Of-His-Empires-

Are-Ever-Lacking-Or-Shorn-

By-The-Ridicule-Of-Men-In-Each-Others-Arms-

Ass-assins-Get-

Born-

To-Sainted-Men-Of God-

Children-And-Women-Lose-The-

Site-Of heights-In-Their-Souls-

We-Come out-And-See-Dispirited-Grave-Distances-

In-Between-Ourselves-

And-

Decors-Props-

Instead-Of-True-Human-Instruments-

Of-Our-Will-

So-Listen-

My-Love-Lights-

Are-The-Divinity’s-Choices-Of-

Tomorrow-Laid-

Like-

Roses-And-Petals-

That-

Line-

The-Paths-

Of-Those-Who-

Care-

To-Come-Out-

And bathe-Their feet-

In the-Scents-Of-

Their-Hopes-

Amen--

Acts-7th-

Breath-9

This machine-Doesn’t manage-Itself-Day-to-grueling-night-

But-It appears-I’ve decided-Where-

To go-

Long before-Its beginning-

So-Far-above the end-I’ve decided-By the wing-Of-

Being-Its

Virtual-

Only-

Existing-

So-

The ghost-

In the machine-

Being-

My only friend-

Is-An-Accountant-And manager-by-his-Breath-each-Redeeming-Night-

And day-

Forever-

Thus-

Trust-The-Lord-Before-Your-Only-True-Feeling-Wanes-

And-

Waxes-

Again-

By-

The-Light--

Of-

His-Own-Redeeming-

Wait-

Amen-3

I-Need-Men-Who-Can-Move-Mountains-

Stone-By-Feet-In--Chiseled-Pieces-Of-Spirit-

From-Home-

By-The-Eyes---Of-Seeing-And-knowing--That-

All-

Triumphs-Sit-Vulnerable-Adorned-Fought-For-

By-The-Names-

Of-Christ-

That-The-World-

Spins-And-Lands-On-

Us-

For-There-Is-And-Shall-Never-Be-Anyone-Else-

And-

The-Way-One-Appears-Out-Of-Skies-By-The-Day Light-Of-One-And-Two-Leads-And-

Open-The-Ates-For-The houses-Of-Rising-Sun-

And-Never-Leaves-Until-The-grounds-Are-Covered-By-The-Hope-Of-

His-Returns--

Are-The-Way-Of-His-

Men-

I-Know-

The-Crowds-Below-Us-

Can-Cry--In-All-Variants---Of-

Unrest—

That-They-Blazoned-

Sling shot-2

An overwhelming-Sense of betterment-

Is-Already-In the air-

Like-Crosses--

That-Show-

Through-Crowded-Stones-

And-Metal-Boxes--

Brooks-And creeks-Even-Rivers-Are-Captured-Sighing-For-Better grounds-

And-Wanting-

Their-Senses-Of-Wonder-Returned-

Free-Flowing-Terms-

Things-

And-Gestures-That-Lay-

Half-pleased-

Buses-And-Railroad-Tracks-

Houses-That-Feel-Expanded-Though-Not-By-Everyday-Measres--

By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-

Around-Them-

And-The fork’s-Already-Laid-Down-Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-

Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-

There’s-No-Room-Empty-

By-The-Angry-Forms-That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Doors-

Though-Even-They-Know-That-

Save--

Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul-

And-The magician’s-

Has-Loaded-

My-Hands-With-

Her-Breath-

And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-

And I’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-Way-Un-reachable-

Into-Forever-

Waiting-Expectant-

For-

The-

Sounds-Of-The-Sun-

Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-

Up-Their-Hands-Together-

Like-The-Breaking-Of-Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--

Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-

Doesn’t-Leave-

Them-Forlorn-Anymore-

And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-World-In his names-

Certain-ApparentStraight--

After-Every-

Glimpse-Of-What-

Unbeatable-Feels-To-The-

Kingdom-Comes-

And-How-Togetherness-Wins-

The-Hearts-Of--Women-And-Men-

Having-Seen-And-Felt-Their-Sins-Lifted-

In-The-

Rays-

Having-Been-Alive-At-The-Hours-Of-Creation-

By-The-Body-In-Thickness-And-

Thin-

The-View-Of-Mountains-

The-Voices-That-

Rise-Infinite-Adore-

For-The-Savior-And his-

I-Want-To say-

What part-Of-The world-Is about you-

And whatever-Part-Of-

Now-

Are your-Senses-

Stretched-Across-

All-Worlds-Heaven-Hell--

And-

The grounds-

Where-

The living-Walk-

Breathless-

Where-

Everyone-

Believes-

I-

See-People-By-Their-Strings-Along-Their-

Hoes-

Starving-

And-They want-To-

Et-

You-Of-Their-

Pettiness-

By-

Their-

strides

God-in-man-2

A-Man-In my-

Shoes-Knows-

That--

They-Tell-You--

What-Reduces-Them-Less-

In-Your-Eyes-Of-Fold-

As-In-They-Instantly-

Hear-The-Sounds-Of-

The-

Shepherd-

And-Comprehend-

The-Keeping-Is-For-The-Best-Of-Horde—

That’s-The-Blind-

That-Reads-The-Signs-Of-The sunset-And-Follows-

Serene-By-The-Fading-

Locks-Of-Hers-Alarmed--

It-Means-The-One-Who-

Stock-Who-Feels--

The-Senses-Of-Betrayal-In some-Men-And-Never-Allow-

The-In-

Let-Them-

Come-And-Go0In-Their-most-purposeless-FormsAnd-Endeavors-

The-Ones-That-Are-Deaf-To-Your-Lord-

Are-Easiest-Leave-By-Their-Own-Devices-And-Evil-Undertoes-

I-HearThem-Around-The-Clock-

Like-Thieves-In-The-Dawn-

They-Want-To-Know-Nothing-

Hear-Less-

Aurora Borealis-2

She-Isn’t-Wearing-Any lipstick-

And-Her-Toes-

Aren’t-Painted -On-

I-See-In-The-Announcement--Of-All-News--

Below—

How-There-

The- Emptiness’-Are-Only-Beyond-The-Eyes-Of-

Left--The-Way-

Long-Nails-Of-

Un-hope-

On-Those-Women—

Stand-Fit-

With-Ugliness-Of-Knives—And-Lost-Souls—Instead--

And-Then-Your-Mother-Says-

With-A blush-

How-You-And-That-Young-Woman-

Without a name-

Were-The-Talk-Of-Every-Town-

From-Paris-To-Mannheim-

And-How-She-And her courts-

Stand-Like-

Women in love-Besides yourself--Alone—

I said--

Is it-That-

My heart-Is so-Enlarged-By-The creation--

Or-That-You-Loom-

Wrapped-Around-Its safe-

So big-

Or-That-When-We make-Love-

Aurora borealis-

Comes-Into-You-

And-Dances-My-Feet-

By-The spirits-

Free—

And-Fitful-Of-Dreams-

Or-Perhaps-

My-Body-Has-Your-Name-On-

And-The-

Heart--It-Gives-

Is-His-Own-

Souls’-Weight--

And-Then-

I see-Her-Coming-

Clear-

With-That-Smile—Forward--

And-The heat-Coming-Off-Her-Is astounding-Our-Owns-

It-Occurs-To-Me-She-Shares-

The-Vessel-As much-As-The vase-

Its-Like a room-Divided-But-

Not-Apart-

And-She-Walks-Serene-Elegant-By-The-Spires-Of-Its-Wealth--

And-We-Sit-Expectant—

Close-

For-The hours-Of meet-To-Come-

Closer-

As-Always-

By-Our-Fate-

Of all—

Sun flares-2

After-

We made-Love-

Last-

Not-In my-Room-And-Not-By-Hers-Along-The stones-

But-Around-

The-Freshness’-Of her-

She-Shook-Her-

Hair-

Massive-And fair-

In-The fire-Streams-Of-Light—

Like-The-Invite-Of-Life-

In-Her-

Was-By-Rend-Of-Some stone-

And—

She-Flies-Her-

Hair-Into-The waves-

Of-Light-

I saw-Her-Dancing-Erect-

Like-

And0There-Are millions-Women-In those-Locks-

Forever-3

This is-The-painstakingly-

Early-

In-The-Forever-

Heart of stone-4th

The men-Sit-In-White-Starched-Shirts-

In-Stones-

To the left-Of the-Village-Below-

Arrogant-Alone-

Good-With words-

Some-Of-Them-

All-Talk-In-

Borrowed-Phrases-

Of my-Own-

I-Recognize-My-Signatures-They-Just-Make-It-Unbearably-Long-

But-

Favored-

And-If-You say-

I don’t-Take the-Woman-You offer-For-Your-Faith-Isn’t-Strong--

One-Of their-Linda’s-

Stands-Up-Hypnotized-Like-

She’s-Been-Cast-Alone-Forever-

And-Walks-The-

Corridors-Pleading-

For-Sarah-Mournful-

She-Says-Winsome-

My senses-Are-With-Her--

Not entire-

But-His-Pam’s-Too-Are-

The-Matters-Most—

Or-No-Marriage-Of-God’s-Shall-Be-

Whole-

I-Acquiesce-Sensing-Her-Woes-Are-Truly-Won-

Gold dusts-And-Signs-Electric--

Line-The-Entire-Landscape-

That-Holds-The-Vase-Of-My-Heart-By-The-Floor--

Then-Its-

Steel-Pulse-

One-Long-River—Of-Souls-

Slow--

It-Allows-The-

God-With-Them-

To-Fit-Eternity-Into-The palm-Of his-Hands--

Like-A-

Fort—Closed--

And-Back-I am-With cupid-Together--

Saying-Alluringly—Soft--

You’re-The-Fire-

Of my-Soul—Alone--

And-She-Drinks-

Greens--From-A-Cup-She-Holds—

Near--

We-Exchange-Glances-

By-The-Wars-Men-Rage-

For control-Knowing-

The-Heart-And-Soul-Of-

Gods-

Is-His-And hers-Abode--

Like-

The-Lanterns-That--

Line-The-Fairs-Of-Peasants-And-Kings-

Someday—

Again---

Acts-7th-6th-last Judgment calls

Sling shot-2

An overwhelming-Sense of betterment-

Is-Already-In the air-

Like-Sweetness--

That-

Flees--

Through-Crowded-Stones-And-Metal-Boxes--

Brooks-Trees-Even-Are-Captured-Sighing-

Better grounds-By-The-

Perpetual-Sounds-Of the--

Fountain—

I’ve-Seen-The-

Arches-Shake-And-

Awaken-To-The-Hearts-And souls-Of-Alive-

By-Them—

They-Seem-To-Know-And fathom-

That-The-Height-Takes-Shelter-By-The-Fait-Of-His-And-Hers-

Movements-

Out-Of the-Grounds-That-Shake-Invulnerable-Eternal-

I-Know-I’ve-Expected-Less-From-Above-And sides-

And received-More for-The-Dearth-Of-

And-

Wanting-

Their-Senses-Of-Wonder-Returned-

Free-Flowing-Terms-

Things-And-Gestures-That-Lay-

Half-pleased-

Buses-And-Railroad-Tracks-

Houses-That-Feel-Expanded-Though-Not-By-Everyday-

Measures--

By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-

Around-Them-

And-The fork’s-Already-Laid-Down-Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-

Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-

There’s-No-Room-Empty-

By-The-Angry-Forms-That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Doors-

Though-Even-They-Know-That-

Save--

Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul-

And-The magician’s-

Has-Loaded-

My-Hands-With-Her-Breath-

And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-

And I’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-

Way-Un-reachable-

Into-Forever-

Waiting-Expectant-

For-

The-Sounds-Of-The-Sun-

Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-

Up-Their-Hands-Together-

Like-The-Breaking-Of-

Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--

Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-

Doesn’t-Leave-Them-Forlorn-Anymore-

And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-

World-In his names-

Certain-ApparentStraight--

After-Every-

Glimpse-Of-What-Unbeatable-Feels-To-The-

Kingdom-Comes-

And-How-Togetherness-Wins-

The-Hearts-Of--Women-And-Men-

Having-Seen-And-Felt-Their-Sins-Lifted-

In-The-Rays-

Having-Been-Alive-At-The-Hours-Of-Creation-

By-

The-Body-In-Thickness-And-

Thin-

The-View-Of-Mountains-

The-Voices-That-Rise-Infinite-Adore-

For-The-Savior-And his-

Sling shot-2

The overwhelming-Sense of betterment-

Has been-Already-In the air-By--Our-Fated-Shades--Of-

Revival-

OutOf-The-Brooks-And-Creeks-

That-Linger-Half-pleased-

But—

Scented-Pale--

By-The-Views-Of the-Fountain-

Around-Them-

That-

The fork’s-Already-

Been-Laid-

Deep-In the grounds-Of the-World-(forever,)

Dark matter-So-Extent-And-Saturated-

There’s-No-Room-Empty-

By-The-Angry-Forms-

That-Shout-Of-Aloneness-By-Their-Waver--

Though-Even-They-Know-That-

Save--

Is-a-Mere-Whisper-Of-His soul’s—Eternity-Bee-Reached-He-Houses-Them-

And-You=-

The magician’s-

Has-Loaded-

My-Hands-With-Her-Breath-

And-It-Never-Seeps-Hopeless-By-The-Faces-He’s-Met-

And we’ve-Pulled-The-Bands-All-The-Way-Un-reachable-

Into-Forever-

Waiting-Expectant-

For-

The-Sounds-Of-The-Sun-

Leaving-The-Skies-To-Reach-Up-

Their-Hands-

For us-

Together-

Like-The-Breaking-Of-Sabbath-Was-And-Restored--

Like-The-Views-Of-The-Whole-

Doesn’t-Leave-You-Forlorn-

And-We-Come-Out-Again-In-Corps-Of-God-In-Man-And-Spirits-That-Rule-The material-World-In his names-

Certain-ApparentStraight--

After-Every-

Glimpse-Of-Knowing—Is-Determined-That-

God-in-man-2

A-Man-In my-Shoes-Knows-

That--They-Tell-You--

What-Reduces-Them-

Less-

In-Your-Eyes-Of-Save-

As-In-They-Instantly-

Hear-The-Sounds-Of-The-

Shepherd-

And-Comprehend-

The-Keeping-Is-For-The-Best-Of-Horde—

That’s-The-Blind-

That-Reads-The-Signs-Of-The sunset-And-Follows-

Serene-By-The-Fading-

Locks-Of-Hers-Alarmed--

It-Means-The-One-Who-Senses-

Wrong-In-Her-Women-And-Doesn’t-Allow-

Them-By-His-House--

They are not me-2

I-Hear-There’s-No body-

In-The-Sharp-Spaces-

For-

They’re-Only-And no-Further-Than-The edges-

Not-On-The-Sereneness-And-Places-Scattered-Certain--

Straight-Fragrant--

Full-

They-Can’t-Afford-The-Luxury-Of-My open spaces—

Apart--

From-Their-Places-

(Not by-The hearts)--

Chasms--Collect-Like-

Souvenirs-

From-Below-The Waist-

Behinds—

I-Mean-I’ve-Heard-Michelangelo—Whine-

Picasso-Exhibit-

Envy-To-His-Names--

I-Mean-How-Do you-Begrudge-A-

Man-Who-Dies-And-Rises-For-Your sins-Everyday-

And-Is-The source-Of-All-Your-Know-How-

How-Does-Earth-Become-A-Grave-

Silent-Decrepit-

For-All-The-Sowings--

In-The name-Of-Love-

And-All-Lights—

That-Ours-

Instead-I-Mean-To-Plant-My-Faith’s-

By-The-Wings-Of--My-Women--

But-More-I-

Teach-

TheDenizens-

Every—Truth-

And-The-Deceit-

Of-Lies-

They-Were-Fed-

And-Again-

May-Encounter-

I-Hear-Everyone’s-Thoughts-Out-

There-

In-The open-Fields--

By-The railroad-Tracks—And-Dens-Of-Murderers-And-Thieves-

I-See-That-

My-Thoughts-LingerIn-Them-Every hour-Of day-And-Night-

Like-Psalms-

Of-Hope-And-Resurrection-Someday--

I-Know-Behind-Every—Stature—Closed-

Fists-Open-

Short-And-Abundant-

The-Coming--Of-Our-Footsteps-Are-Heard-

Like-

Thunder-

And-Rains--

That-Fend-The greenness-Of-

Make-Believe-

Because-Each-Comes-

From-Here-

But-Isn’t-Able-To-

Match-Our-

Deeds-Separates-A—

Man-

From God-Any-Man-

But-Not-Every--

Has-Ever-

Been tutored-By-Heaven-

So- Whole-Despite-The-Very-Qualms-

If-A man-Of-

He’s-Mentioned-

Its-A man-Of-You’re-Faith-And-House-Sleeping-

With-His-Enemy-That-

Devalues-Him-Most-

Its-The-Words-And-Psalms-Borrowed-Without-

The-Duty-Of-Its-Voice-

‘they-are-stolen-without-Diligence-

And-

Not-Any-Man-Is-Ever-Secretly-

Revered-

By-The houses-Of ates-

And-

And-None-Ever-

Has-Had-To-Lay-So-Frequently-Low-

For-The-Last-Is-

One-Enormous-Foul-Weather-On-

So-They-Go-To-Their--Tenements-Palaces-

Thinking-What-

We’re-Gods-Hands-And-Arms-

Though-

His-Scents-Are-Bereaved-Here-

By-Our-Fates-

Though-We-Unllearn-Every-Moment-What-We-Sensed-And-Felt-

We-Scarcely-Belong-

Parts-3

Everywhere-In-The-River-

They-Put-Their-Feet-Into-

They’re-Following-

My faith-

Its-How-Every line-Is-divided—

By-The-Beginning-As-The end—

We-Arrive-With-By-The-All-hours-of-meet,in-the-certain-

knowledge-

That-Have-Been-Was-Met-

In-The-Very-Diection-It-Came-By-The-Being-In-One name--

The-Tension-In-The-lines-Carries-You-

Through-

By-The-Feet-Of-

God-In-the

you-see-how-the fisherman-sets-his-ine-out-

for-the

rees-it-in-by-the-

eary-

momentum

Orpheus-2

The-World-Moves-With my urgency-

Not-With-Our comforts-Now--

Not-Out of-

Here-Its-The-Tightest-Springs-Wound-

Like-A mosaic-That-Leaps-

Forward-In—Music-And-

Bounds—

First-We set-Paris-On fire-

She-Isn’t—Sleep-Anymore-

That-Young-

One—

She-Rose-From-My dreams--

Fell-Awoke—By two—

Bright-Eyed-And--Green-

Slept—In-The-

Drawing-Room-

Meadows-With-A fit-

And-Went-Home-

To the Dipper--Whom-

She-Knew-

Was-Herself—

I-Like-Her-Prettiness--

She-Knows--How-To-Dress-And-

Roses-Trees-Were-Born-Of-

Her-Forms-Everywhere--

There-Is-No-Death-For-Her-Either-

We-Take care-Of-Our-Own—(He says,)

Like-A-Song-That-Recognizes-

Its-Juries-And-Channels-Laid-After-

Infinite-

Passes-

Over--Them-

Then-We-Take-Manhattan--

There-The-Stones-

Are-Surrendered-

Neither-Body-Nor-Soul-

Just-Food--

Clans-Of-Them—Full-

Building-Pyramids--

Ripping--Up-

Their own-

And-Erecting--Castles-

That-Don’t-Belong---

Its-Not-The Jealous-God—Syndrome-No-

That’s-For-My-Women-Only-(Not-alone,)-Its-

Just-That-The lip--Service-To-The holy--Spirit-(by dead,)

Is-Feigned-

I-Can’t-Really-Stand-

That-

Amount-

Of-Arrogance-

They don’t-Bow-To-My-Father-

Nor-

Mothers-And-

Their-Women-

Oh-Those-Reptiles-Of-Womanhood-Look-Like-Monsters—By-The-Beds--

I-Mean-Whoever-Thought-Of-

Elevating-

Waste—Into-Human hood-

Must-Be-Made-To-Lay-Down-Closed--

Like-A-Fist-

Until-She-Can’t-Cover-The-

Terrains-Of-Humans-

By-Her-Breaths--

Then-We-Re-arrange-The-

Locals-Time--

Everywhere-

The-Four-Corners-Needn’t—Sedated-But-

To-Know-The-Knowingness-

Ends-Most-Of-Their-Qualms-

Straight-

And-You-And-I-

Come-Out-Equal—

Blazing-

E=Mc2For-Every-Hades-And-Hell-

By-The-Heart’s-And-Soul-Of-

Creator-

Your-Eternal-Self-

Mended-And-

Fared-

By-

The-Faith—Of-

All--Theirs-

At last--

**By always-2

Chance-And I-

Write-Letters-To-One another-

Out-Of the-Four corners-

Of my world—Towards hers—

Which-Have-Grievances-And-Losses-For control—

We-Exchange-Poems-Bantering-And-Rumors-

And-Scents-Many-

We-Light--Her-Senses—On fire-

Like-There’s’-

No end--She-Croons-By-

My-Soul-

Adored-

And-She-Likes-The-Physics-Of her-Existing--

My-Remembrances--Neatly-

Folded-And-Formed--

By-Her-Reminders-

Of-What’s—Really-

Important—In-The-Empires-Of-

So many-And-One-Confinement-By-Lord--

I-Know-She-Means-The-

Awkward-Weighs-

That-Surround-Her-

Unkempt-Unsure—

I’ve-Known--Them-

Cracking-In-Human-Clothes-

Smiling-At-Crowds-

Feigning-Hope--

Deformed-

In-The-Home—That-Isn’t-Theirs-To-Own-

Under-Lights-

And-Chandeliers-

That-Don’t-Govern-By-The-Losses---In-

Men-

But—The-Strength—

Of-Their—Soul-

Hers-Too--Unspeakable-Yet-Because-She’s-Pam-

Faint-Small-

But-Beautiful-In places-

In-The fires-

That-Surround-

The-Sun-

By my-Home-(heaven,)

But-

The-Grievances—

Wrap-Around-

When-She-

Sits-Close-Vibrant-

And-Whole—When-We-Meet-On-

The-edges-Of-

The-Light-Doesn’t-Change-But-

For-Vows-

That-Seem-

Fit-To-Belong-

That-

Veer-

By-The-Sites-

Of meet-To-

She-Means-To-

Assign-Where-

**All quiet in western front-2

The-Last-Train-To-The coast-Was-rained-In-By-

The-Reluctant-Weather-Girl--

Nine-Degrees-(Left,)

I-Say-This-Because-

Apart-From-Every vehicle—On the road-

The shallow-

Hills-

Below-

Were-Inundated-

By-The-Severest--

Poultry—Corn-Starch—Vapors-

I’d-Seen—In years--

I-Mean-

We-Wondered-Still-Out loud—

What’s-Going on--

(I-hadn’t-believed)-The pregnant-Silences-

Pause--

Ghosts-Feed--Me-Sometimes-

Quietly-Knowing---That-

Nothing-Occurs—

By-Accident-Around-God--

But-I am-And--They’re-Not—

Then--By-My-Thoughts--I-Warn--

The-

Next-Driver-

The-Prettiest-Black-Woman-On-The route--

Of-How-Foul-Its-Inside-The carriages--

I-Think-She knows-Too much—Having-

Had guarded-These-Trails-

Alongside-Others-

Because-The-Abes-

Only-Recognize-Their-Own-Scents-Of-Wrong-

And-Then-

The-Way-She-

Whispers-Assuring--To-Them-She’s-Gay-

As in-He’s-Being-Escorted-By-Your-Likes-

His--Soldiers-Who-Fit in--

And-The-Abes-

Sigh—Impertinent-And-Close-Their –Eyes again-

Feeling-Content—And-Attended-To-By-The--Driving-Weighs--

I-Shall-Never-Fathom-How-

Easily-Taken in--

And-

Invulnerable-To-Truth-

Some-Are—

I-Have—Never-Seen-Anyone-Treat-Them-

More cordially-Then-

Myself--

And-Never-

Receiving--A-Greeting-Or-Nod-In turn--

I-Know-When-Their-Numbers-Began-

To pile-In the-Fires--

I’d-Sit-Alone-In a corner-

And-Soothe-My-Rage-Of-Having-Lived-

And-Created-Amongst-

Them-So-Entire-And-

Besieged-By-Their-Insolence-And-

Disrespect-

To-Both-Higher-Love-And-Law--

I mean-How-Do-You go-To-Church-Every-Other-Day-

And-Pray-To-Him-And-His-Beloved-Mom-

And-Sit-

By-The son-Full-Of-Anger-And-Resentment—

For-They’re-Never--

So-Lowy-As-Your-Imagine--

But-Then-A crowd-Of-Germans-Come in-

I’m-Warmed---By-The tentacles-Of hope-

So strong-

In their-Feet—By-Their winter--

I-Think-

Whether-She-Led-You-Out-

For-Victory-Or-Loss-

(it didn’t matter,)

Its-The-Food-From-The-Left-That-

Drives-That-Chaos-Of-War--Forward--

For-The-World-

It-Never-Wants-To-Exist-

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And remember-All wars-Are-But-Fake-Terrible-Scribes-Of-The-

Lefts-Food-Travel-Into-

My-Right-And-Fades-By-The-Sun-

**Chaste-2

To rise above-Even yourselves--

The heights-Hidden-Behind-

Invulnerable-

You-Linger-

By all-The spires-Of woman-And men-

From-

The-Creeps-On the bus-

To-The-Banes—

By their-Scents-Learning-

To-Overcome-Them--

And she-

I-Was wondering--If-My-Men’s-Feet-

Love-Her as much-

He-Said-Beleaguered-

He-Was-A soldier-

But not-Of love-

And-

He-

Thought-That-She-

Prefers-Only you—

And-Covered---Himself-In-That-Spirits-Independence-By truth—

And she-Calls-

God-Herself-Or who—

Depending-

Who’s-Listening-And what-

You-Want-To hear—From-You--

They have--Keener-Senses--

Than-Us-

By-That-I mean-

Intuition—Welcome--

Can-Over come-My-Intelligence--

But not our lust--

Remembering--

It-Has-Never-Been-

Apart from love—

Spun off-Velvet-Greetings-First-

By-Smallest-Merest-

Mentions--Of-Haste—Or--Faith-

Words-Drawings-Or-

The-Wails-Of-Tomorrow--Erected-By-Which way-The-Winds-

She-Knows-More-Than-Says--

And-Leads-

Less-Than-He-Forms-Alone—

These-Are-The-Miracles-Of-Whole-

We-Break--By-The coming-Of worth-In more--

I-Said—

The-Loneliest-Shores-Are-Home-Abodes-

She-Sets-

The—Greetings-From-Far-By-

Yours-

We-

Wait-

By-The-Coming-Of-Songs-From-Then--And-

The-Winnings-Of-Men-Over—Whims-Of-Him—

The-Seasons-

That-Don’t-Change-But-

For-The-Coming-Of-

Soulfulness-

In-Courts--

The-Measures-Of-Directness-

By-Hopes--

**Eve (Mary)-2

I’m with-Sirius-

She’s-

With me-Her-Chest--Of—Brilliant—Lights-

Spin—Wonderment--

By-Us-Tracing--

Any-Objects—Fall-

By-The-Degrees---Of-

Light—In heat--

As-In-What-Leads--

By-Him-Desirous-

Can-Seat—Unharmed-

So-

Love--Has-A-Permanent-

House-By-Its-

Inventor--

In me--

She-Doesn’t yet-Know-That-

I-Wrote-

The rules-Of-The-Universes--In-Her-Favors-Keep-

I-Thought-Then-

Mary—

Or-Eve-

Whichever-You prefer—(My Ladan,)

But-Aren’t-You-Ever-Envious-Of-Those-

Who-Come-Close-By--Invite-

And-Seek-The-Shelters-Of-Their-Fervor-By-Thee-

She-Says-Still-Not dividing—Her strength of be--

That-Those-Who-Seek-

Loves-Shelters-

Are she--

I-See-Her-Imagine-

By-The-Window-Out-Of-That-

Serious-Light-Shouting—

With dignity-

At-Those-Below-Who-Offend-

Our-Winters-

Of-Greet-

The-Snow-On-

Her-Women-Is-

The-Seasons-Of-Their-Seeds-

Those-Who-

Betray—Us-Are-

Words-

In-Deeds—

**Slow dreams-6

Its-So scattered-

And low-One can’t-Add it-Up-

But-Its-Like-

The-Emergence-

Of-

Those-Who-Wouldn’t gather—On their-Own-

Or-Be gathered-

By your—Hopes—And rites---

You-Know-

Them-Not as enemies-

No-But-They’re really-Not governable-By that voice---Or flight--

It-Strikes-Me-How-Artificial-

All-Messengers-Become--

The-Horsemen-Have-Quieted-

Into—

Receiving--Hills--Of-

No return—

The-

Messages-

Are-All-Self—Brokers-—Of-Night--

They-Aren’t-Driven-By the-Whole-In man--

They’d-Normally-Be-On-The-Outskirts-Of-Your-Exist--

Or-The-In sides-

Of-No one’s-Plans-

Drifting-Plastic-Solo-

“Its-Like-the-seating-of-Faithless-In a church-

Or-How-Soulless-Walk-Out-Of-Fancy-Restaurants-

Bereft-Scattered—

Besides--

You-Almost-

Don’t-Want-Their-Notice-

They’d--Come up-With-Things-That-Don’t-Matter-And-

You-Can’t—Ever-Listen-

Its-How-The-Low-Palette-Circulates-

Absence-Of-Emotion-

Efforts-

Gather-You-Around-

Their-Sites-

Full-Complete-

You-Need-Their--Linger-But-

Not-By-Heights-You-Want-Them-

Briefly—But-Not-Through-The-Life-

They-Must-Be-

Like-An-Interesting-Paint---That-Can-Never-Win—Favor-

For-They-Aren’t-Drawn-By-The-Light-

The-Mirror--Pretends-Long-Ago-Where-Such--Example-Of-Non-matter-Scam-

She-

Knows-

“those-women-are-really-very-unattractive-on the-inside,”

And-He-

Deplores-Not-Being—Fond-Of-Himself—In-

That-Climb-

For-

The-Lords—Or-

His-Above-Ho-Spend-Un-hours-

Reassuring-Their-Commonness-

To-

The-

Chaos physics-9

Farzaneh--Doesn’t-Remember-Where he’s-Been-Or-Comes from-

Knows-My name though-Believes-The-Voice’s--Every-Thought-

Forms-On-

Undivided-No matter-Whoever-They think-

They aren’t---

And he-Knows--Where-They’re going-To-

For—The-

Empires-

You sit-In the dark-Unattended-

And-Pretend-You’re-Him-Who is-Lost-Forever—

(Feeds,)

Farzaneh-Sense-Of power-Is-Over-Time-But-Like-A whim-

He-Doesn’t-Know-Where-The-Haste-

Originates-In-Him-

Just-That-He-Wins-

But-Does-By calm-Unknown-To-His-Seams-

Of matter-

He-Knows-

What-Store-

I walk-In-

And-Plans—Ahead-

What-To-Wear-

How-To-

Waste-

As-

The-Last-

Breaths-

Of-His-

Existing-

Fades—

Fingers-

First--

Mouths-Latter-

Its-

The-Springing-Of-My-Will-

By-Thoughts-That-Linger--

Its-LookingIn-No-God-Worn-Mirrors-

But-Those-That-

Aren’t-Reduced-By-

The-Dues---Of-People-

Paid-In

Greater-Favors--

Than-Ears-That-

Listen-And-Follow-

In-

For the-

Kill-

For-Once-You-Imbibe-And-Drink-

Your-Fervor-

Lives-

In seems-That-Cleanse-

In-The-

Kingdom-Of-Heaven-Only-One-

Man-

Wins-If-

You-Hang-By-The-Crosses-Of your-World-

And-Its-Your-Tail--

That-Spins-Even-If-She-Doesn’t-

Believe-

Even-

If-Believing-Is-The scarcest-

Thing-

Even-If-

Your-Numbers-Are-Fewest-By-The-Doors-Of-Faith-

By-Only-The-

Alone-Mercy-

Of-

Mating-The-Swans-That-

He’s-

Met--

Acts-9-8th-

A strings-2

These are the-Same-Playing fields—As-Yesterday-

They’re stuck-In clay-

Like-Elephants-

After-

The rains-Some-Will survive-one-fifth-

And we’ve-Moved on-To before-

And then-Forward-

To the front-Of the wind-

They think-They’re unmoving-

And-Then ironically-Ask for-

Time-Which-

Removes-Them-

By-The strains-In the hills-

Of-I’m young again-

While-Yesterdays-

Wonders-

Pass-

Through-Stone-Horses-

Sate-

By the-Valleys—That-

Dip-

Quietly-

Into-

Ocean--Finds-

Calmer-

By the hour-

Still-The-Lower waves-Have no-Friends-

By us-

(Times,)

Mary’s dress-Weighs-

In-Serene-Unexpected-

Sun-

Its-Not-That-

She’s dutiful-Or not-

Its just-They-

Stand-Collected-

Guarded-By-Her-

(Yar)-

Messiah-Is-Hers-Son-

And-Theirs-

Lighthouses-

Now and then---

I-

Think-

Beauty-

Is-

The-Eyes-Of-

Her-

Holders-Far-Away-

Kind—

And-Gently-Finding-Fares-By-The-

House-Of-Gods-

That-Don’t-Reduce-

Or-Betray-

Its-Not-That-

We-Have-Enemies-

You and I-

We-Have-The sighted-

And-Those-Who--Go-Bind-

By-Their-Lies--

Everyday-

In-The-Kingdom-Of-One-Man-

You win-

By-The-Hills-Of-

Young-Mary (Eve)-

Your-Defeat-

Is-

An-Unexpected-Wish-

For-

The king’s--

While--

She occupies-Them-

With her-

Loss-

And-

Your--

Winds--

Of-Forever-Changes-

Hopes-Are-

Always-

Together-On--

In-

Determined-

Ways-By-

The-Will-

That-Neither-Claiming-

Their-

Knowing-

Nor-Cries-Of it-Loudness-

To-

Their-Ears-

Can-Change-A thing-

For-

What-Brings-Her--

Through-

So-Occupied-By-The soul-

Are-Your-

Own-

Stages-Set-

In-

The—Very—

Figure-

Of-A stone--She-

Walks-Barefoot-

Close—

By-

The-Wallowing-

Lantern-

Shadows-

Of-

The foes-

She-Despises-

From-

Days of-Old-

(Oh, how she knows,)

I think-

We have-A friend-In now-

In-Syncopated-Dreams-

And-

Alive—

It-Must-Be-

The-Clouds-

Of-

Wastes-

She-Can’t have-

Not-Noticed-

That-

They-

Call-Her-

Names-

Out-

Of-My throats-

Brave-

And-Invested-

In-

Words-

Leave-Them-

Standing-Sir-

Expiring-

Their-

Last breath-

By-

Your existing-

Fate-

I-Repeat-That-

She knows-

Somehow-

The-Whole-Of the-

Moon-

Is-By-Her-

Doors

Amoured------

Acts—5th—8th---

**Words-2

I-Can-

Eradicate-

Or-Make them--Forever-

By-My words-

Its-The-Strings-

That-Hang-

By-The will-

From-Heaven-Unto-

The-Shades-

Of-

Nothing-

The red-

And-

White-

Stones-Of-

The-

Why-

Worlds-

Are-Lit—

Of-All-Darkness-it

I-Don’t-

Mean-

They-

Come-

From-

Our-

Shoulders-

Down-

Kept-

And-

Brave-

**Chances-are-eshghe-5

Into the-North-mirror-

Dimension—

Through-The-

No-Pan--

Traces-

Of my-World-

That’s the-Girl-I-Like--Most--

By-The zero-Patches-

Of-Big bang--

I-

Mean-

The-surrounding-Terrain-

Of-Both-Universes-We-

Haven’t-Caved-

The-Redness-Hasn’t-

Worn-Or-

Faces-Hades’-

Yet-

Out-

In-

The fairest--

Way-

Past-The-Last judgment-

By-The-Paradises-On earth—As-Fate-

I think-We-Can-Dance-The-Partisans-

Wait--

There-Alone-

By-The-

Fountains--

Of-

Many-Hues-

You-Cradled--The-

Moons--

By-The-

Scars-We-Wore as who-

She said--

I-Know-Just-As Venus-Is-

Nine’s-

And-Constellations-Have-

Sevens--Names-

Eternity-Must-

Plant--Her-Firm-

For--

The-Gifts-Of-Her-Ayeeneh--

Are-Kindness-And-

Fervor-

In one—

Shared breath--

I-Said-

You-

Have-

The-Best-Language-

Of-Any woman-Here-The-

Quiet-Ways-

Of-A-Soft-Dignity-

That-Doesn’t-

Fade-

With age--

And-In-The-

Solitude-Of-

Our hours-Under attack-

Everyday-

I-Haven’t-Felt-A-

Safer—Weather-

Than-The-

Storms-

You-

Stand—Guarded—By--

Close--

It-

Must be--The very-

Meanings-Of-Love—

By-Hopes—Of-

Man-And-God-

In-One-

Space-

I-

Know--

I-

Have-

The-

Key-To-

The-Safe-

No one-Can-Open-

But-Has-

The-

Fate-

Of-All-Knowledge—

She-Repeats-

That-

Shout-Or-Crumble—By-

You-The-

Perfect-Language-Of-A wweioman-

The-Sordid-Affairs-

I-Mean-By-The-Stars-Consteation-

That-Aren’t-Ever-Ceared-

Yet-

I-Think-By-The-Far-Invention-Of-Few-

We meet-

The-

Fortunate-

Big bangs-

That--

Are-

She-Who-Like--

A green-Flower-Blooms-

And-

Into-

My-

Star--Folds-

And-Is-

Resurrected—

Assured--

By-The-

Senses-Of-

Her-Soul’s-

The-Force-

Of-Promises-

Old-

Like-

Touching-The-

Glances-Left-To-The-

Heart-By-

Arrows-The-

Squares-

That-Divide

The-

Spaces-Equal-

Lord’s-

Of-Black-

Tears-

Opens-

By-

Her-Woes-

And-

We-

Thinking-Love-

Is-

I-

Said-

I-

Have-

The-

Key-To-

The-Safe-

No one-Can-Open-

But-Has-

The-

Fate-

Of-All-Knowledge—

Hollow-2

This-Is-The worst-Snapshot-

Of-An-Existing-Place-

You--EverCome across-In-Million-Years-

I-Mean--

Lisping-Men--Assassins-By-My-

Leg-

Made up-Little-Figurines-

That-Complain-Night-And day—

She’s-A-Little-Slow—

He’s-Too fast-With my-Life—In him-

But-Fades—Irrelevant-Every-

Moon-Day-Or so-By-

The relentless-Weight-

Of-His-Sins-By her-

Quakes-7th

Its like-A wind-That follows—The confirm-

Ridiculous--Men-whores-

Everything’s-Made out-Of-Your own-Footsteps-

They-Haven’t-A life-

They’re never Christ-

Though-They-Talk-

Incessant-For-Self-Importance-

They say-Anything-

Like-Caution-Is-A hopeful-Abode--

But-We have-Already-Seen and-Felt-

Everything-

Adored-

Its-Not a-Virtue- Being-Loved-

Its-The-Very-Paradigms-OfThe force-

That-Should—It--Not-Collect-

Over-Its maker-In-One-Hope-

If-Its-Tentacles-Rain-OrShine-

Lie closed-

Then-We walk-

The-World—

By-The-

Strength-That-We-Shift-

Its-Weighs-Some more-

Valleys-Cross-The bridges-

Mountains form-

Everything-Changes-The-Shape-Of the-Grounds-

Even--If-Imperceptible-

Earthquakes-Far way-

Must-Cry-The adjustments-

Before-

The-Women-And men-PourOut-

The clocks-Ring-A favor--

To-The-Tired-Soul--

Everyone-Utters-A-No-

They’re-Un-used-To-Impermanence—

Their-Mirrors—Lounge-By-The-

Cooks-At-The doors-

I-Think-If-Chances-Leave-

(If,)-

While--Beautiful-Sisters-Hold-The-

Fort-

(Is,)-

Its-Only-Fair-

That-

Everyone-

Understands-

Their-

Time--

Stays-

In-

The palm-

Of my-

Hands-

Short--

Acts-8th-4-6-10

Symphony of Goods-8th

Its-Like-Old-

Paint-On wood--

The-Building-Its-Walls--Are-The true--

These-Men-woes-Have attached-

Themselves-Like-

Faded-Face’s--

To-Our-Works-

And-Peel—

Constant—On-

The wars--

I-Have-Never-Seen-

A bigger—Baggage-

Of-Ill-use-

For-Our-

Goods-

Men-Who are-Liars-

Not-For survival-No—

Its-

Just-That-They-

Know-

No one-

Ever-Asks----

Them-For-What-

They’re-Worth--

And-

Give-

What-They-

Need--

As-

Whores--

We-

Sit-

Day-By-Night-

Planting-

Fervor-In-

Our-

Hopes-Together-

Not-By-Them-

Future-Is-So-Solemnly-Bereft-Of-

Their-Existing-

Then-

But-

With-

Seldom-Men-

And-

Women-Of-Grace-By-Our-

Soul-

I-Think-Veneration-Is-Lost-

For those-

Who-Think-Without—The-Sovereignty-Of—

The-Entire-

Those-Men-

On-The floors-

Are-Gangs—Of-Themselves-Alones-

Every-Breath-Of-Save—

Is-Here-

Meant-To-Vanish-Their--Unworthy--

From-

My-

Books-

Loyalty-

Is-

The-Greatest-Gift-Of-

A-Man-To-God-And-

Himself-

By-Two-

Meaning-If-

You’re-By-The-Creator-

You-

Know-How-It--Was-

And-How-It’s-Been-And-Will--

But-More-

You-

Know-The-Way-Of-

The clearing-By-

Rule--

And-How-It-Feels--To-

Exist-In-A-

World-

That-

Greets-Only-

Your-Faith-Even-If-Its-Indistinguishable--

From-The-

Ornaments-

You-

Wear-

For-

Fools-

I-

Said-

Do-You-Know-The-

Way-Back-

To-

The-

Empires-Of-Ray--

We-Made---That-Run-Apparent-

Before-You-Set-

Sail-On-This--

Stage-

That-Never-Holds--A candle—

To-What-We-Seam—Every day--

By-My fate--

Listen-I-Know-

The birds--Are-Singing-In-Time-

Far away--

And-It-Sounds-A lot--

Like-

The-

Voices-Of-God--In-The-Rains--

But-All-The--Clearings-

Have-Only-One-

Common-

Purpose-And-Hope-

That-

The-

Servants-

Of-The-

Entire-

Must-Be-The-Men-Of-

Whole-

By-

The-Bread-

Of-

My-

Body-

And-

The-

Light-

Of-

My soul—

Acts—6th-8th

**Minds-7th-8th

I-Don’t know-How their-Minds-Relate--

Without-The-

Connect-And-

Feed-Through-

The-center-

I-Don’t-Mean-

Just-Seven-And-Nine--

Doors-Alone-

But-

The-

Wealth-

Of-My-

People-In-

The-Mirrors-

Every way—

And-Out there-

On-The-Streets-Of-

Distance-

By-The-Grieves-

Where-

A-

Prayer-In-

Every-Faith-

And-Wave--

Contains-My-

Name—Embedded-

And-The miracles--It-Seeds-

To-

Our-Favors—

Save--

Just-

How-Then--

The-Weak—

CanSee-The-Failings-That-Aren’t-

All-Theirs-

And-

Where-

Will-

The-Strong-

Sense-

His-

Share--

By-

The-tentacles—

Of-

Whose-

Evidence-

Can--

Silence-

Then-Air-

And-

Move-Them-

In-

Our way---

By-The-

Fieds-

The-

And-Where-

The-

Strong-

Take-

Refuge-

From-

Strong-And-

The-

By-Day-

And-Not-

Fear-The—Nights-Of-Their-

Sin-

For--

The-

Weight-Of-My brave--Bby their way-

I-Seem-

The-

Very-

Tentacles-

For-

My-

Owns-

Who-

By-The-

Needs-To-Enlarge-Grow-By-The faith-

Where-Disconnectedness-

Is-

**Fate-2

I-Have their-Eye sight-Vision-Length of hair-

IKnow-What drops their glances—Forward-Their shoulders-Wave-

I-knowWhat she wears-

How she earns-Her laurels--

Where-They come from-Or where-They’re-Going-From there--

But-

More-

I have their-

Thoughts-

Their secrets-On a plate-

And-

You-Think-I don’t know-Which-One-From here-Ends-Well-

Which doesn’t--

There’s a formula to--Every fate—

I-See-

The-

Don’t-Need-To look-Over time-LikeA thief-

Or-

Out-

I-

Don’t-Need-To look-Over time-

Like a thief-To-See-

What-That-

Man-

Will-Be-In five-Hours-Or ten years-

Breaths-7-5-9th

Breathings-Of home-Are-The seven-Its-True-

They fit-Like--Frequencies-Of the-Sum-

Into-Whole-Abandoned-Safe-

But-Myself-If-You mean-Two-And you-Must-

One-Is waste-

But if—You--Mean-Right-

Its-Womanhood-The-She-Of-The planes-Faced—

My-Women-Tall--

Light-Infused—Dreaming—Daughters-Of-Sirius-Keepers-

In-Scents-

Of-Their-

Own-

Not-Left-By-The-Waysides—

Of-Any-Name-

Not-Really-Left-At-All-

Not-Even-Abandoned-Well--

I-Mean-

She-Wouldn’t-Leave-

For-

Leaving-

Is-Not-By-

The-

Graces-Of-The-

Senses-She’s-Met---

Not-Really-Far-Either-

Further-

Is-A-

Spell-Of-

Dismantle-

In-Their-Common--

Fates--

And-Not-Pleased-If-

The-Vulnerable-In-Too-Many-

Are-Ever-Favored-

Less-

She—

Means-

Walk-B y-The-Dippers-Mom-Alone-

In-Wars-

For-Mojdeh-(good news,)

And-DetermineThe-Weigh-

By-Chance-Of-Love-

With-My-Voice-And-

Her-Pam’s-Fire-Face--

I-Think-

Every-Immense-Measure-Made-

Is-Fruits-Of-

Love-Of-God-By-

Her-Servants-

Well-

Those-Women-Wear-The-Stones-On-Their-Belt-

Like-

The-Jewels-

Of-

Their-

Own-Haste-

And-

When-We-

Meet-By-

The-Crowds—In-

The-Deserts-

Of-Her-Favors-

And-If-The-

Greens-Are-Aboard-My-Everywhere-Else-

If-By-

The-Rains-We-

Mean-Only-The-Faithful-To-The-Crosses-Can-

Gather-Their-Saved-

Then-

I-Say-What-Was-At-

The-Beginning-Of-

Her-

Invention-

Remains-

The-

Fate-

Of-Her-

Existing-Forever-

In-

Our-

Stays-

Acts—66-8th-10-

**Taught-2-3

Toward-The-End-I-Caught-A glimpse-Of-

What-A shadow--Can’t-Ever-Borrow-

Or-The-Leper--Pretend-

By-The- Stars-Reluctance-To-

Admit-

They’ve-Been-As much-Burden-

Reduce-B y-Their-

Voice--And-

My-

Fury-

That-

Far-

Below-

The-Cathedral-The-Deaf-And-Soiled-Amongst-Them-

Run-Out-To-

Greet-God-In man-But--Not-

For-Salutations-Of-Above-Them-But-Resentments-

That-

10000-

legs-

Below-Hear-

Acathedrals-

Ring-

The-Church’s-

That-

The-Cathedral-

Stretches-Beow-

Them--

Has-

Ears-

That-

The-World-Comes-

Perfecty-

In-My voice-

It-Doesn’t-The elusion-

Of-

What-I’ve-Reeased-Into-Whoe-As-

My-Owns--

Reduction-

Of-

Themselves-

Into-

The-

Receiving-

Hands-Of-

No one-

No where-I-

Mean-The-

Traffic-

Below-

Is-

A d

Reduce-

Everything-Borrowed-Into-

Their-

Raising-

Hands-

Stretched-

From-

Beow-0

The grounds-

Oh-

No-

The-Dark-Matters-

Become-Villains-Of sum--

Their-

Lower-Sense-

But-Carrying-

With-Million-Legs-Spread-

In-Cancer-

Like—

Figures-

In the-dark--

Can’t-

Fake--

Can’t-Easily-Corrupt-

Is-

Moving-Them-Out-Of-

The-Words-Cages-

Wrought-Iron--

Hearts-

Of-God--

Built--Really-By-

Love-Faith--And-War-

But-BuiltFor-

Loves-

I-Mean-If-The-

Serene-Collected-

Hordes--Of-The-Sum-

By-His-Hopes-If-

You-Believe-You-Don’t-Rise-To-Heaven-As they don’t-

If-Forever-Was-Not-An-

Invite-

You-Hoard-By-Your-

Keeps-

If-

oo-many-my-woes-

I’ll-Be-Soundless-Almost-Breathless-As-Buddha--My name-

I’ll-Walk-With-My-Eyes-Of-All-Seeing-Blind-

Through-

These-Ruins-But-

Move-

The-Blinded-In-

One-Wave-

Without-His-

Receiving-

I-Know-My-Soldiers-Are-Only-Women-Here-

St. John’s (trumpets,)-1

I-Wonder-

If-I-Ever-Get-To go-Out-Of this-Iron city-

To-See-What-Was-

Harvest--By so-Much pain-And weight-

The-Other-Side-Of trumpets-

My-

Beleaguered-Weight-Summer hills-Abound-Anywhere-

I’ve-Sewn-Through-

This-

Meta-Back-

City-

In-

Strives-

That-

Make-Miracles—a-deceit-

of-

pretentious-bragging-men-

I assure you-San-=

Help-

Through-The-Hours-Aone-Only-By-Faith—

In-Strides-

That-

Fasifies-Anyone-Else’s-Claims-

To-

Gods-

Reign-Atone-So-

Frequently-

Walls-Of stones-

Red rains-

Zombies-

And hell-Lepers-

Have come-Over-

My head-

That-

The-

**Infinite names-2

And after-Here-We walk amongst-Them-Humble-

Bashful-

They know who-You are-But-Forget what-They know—

There be-Music-In the air-

That sound familiar-Everywhere-You go-

They’re-Either-Shadows-Imitating-

Or-Your-Own ghosts-Forlorn—

Some-Say-

They’re-Filed-With envy-

But-Its-Really-The-Wayward-

Expectations-Of hope-

Every-Event-Feels-A repeat—

I-Mean-That-All-Creation-Is-A repeat-

Of-

Old---

Everyone-Sounds-Off-The-Same way--

Creation (relativity)-2

I take-All these-Elements back-In me-

Flesh-Grays-Red-Spectrum-Of-Blood-

Stone-And iron-Lore-

And more-Rays of –Light-

I-Buy-The scents-

Of-Mary-Into-My-Persons-

Favor-Fast-

She-Leaves-The-Faithless-

Fours-

And-Waits-Patiently-For-Us-

To-Arrive-At-Eden-As-

Her-Man—

And-I-Change-Form-

More-Slowly-

Than-We-Care-To-Show-

For-My-Intense-

Leaves—Of-Spring-

Are-Laid-Black-And-Teeming-

Fervor-

For-That-

End-(By big bang,)

Here-Seasons-Turn-

Themselves-Into--

Longer-Bodes-

Singular-Events-Of-Creation-

That-Are-Spread-

Like-Spindles-And-Knives-To-My-Heart-And-Soul-

First-We-Give-Pam-

The fires-And hell—

Oh-Those-Malignant-Men-

That-Come-Out-Of her-

Are-Just-Ass,assins,(Of ones fate,)

And-The-

End-Cut-On left-

For Abes,

She-Designs-Flatlands-Grave-

For-My-

Persians-

Fells-I-Don’t-Mean-Her-Or-Them-

Any-Harm-

But-Their-Shouts-Of-Khodam-Khodam-

BuriesThem-

In-My heart’s-Hold--

And-They-Eat-But-Eating-

Doesn’t-Save-A soul-

Only-Reverence-And-Hope-

Keeps-The-Fires-

Away-And-

We-Seam-

Them-

Back-Into-Heaven-But-Only-Pam-Is-My-Favorite-

And-She-

Belongs-To-Where-She-Starts-

From—Here-

That-Angels-

Back-Is-Light-(By 4000 A.D.)

And-

Our ways-By-The-Empires-Of-Ray--

Are-Forever-Greened-

Dippers mom-8th

She walks-Amongst them-Like their-Queen-

Some days-Elegant-Fury-Weights-Of control-By our-Homes—

I-Wonder-What they—

See in her-

Their-Own-Petrified--

Scents-

Or-The-Blooming-Fates-Of-Jesus-

In-Their-

Always-Mirrors-

Ingrained-Like-Rain-

They-All-Have-Waves-

Of-Love-In them-

When-I see the-Pictures--

Something-Born-Out-Of-

Us-Alone-

And-Favored-

In-Women-

She—Restores-

Hopeful--

By-My bed--

So-

Inviting-And-

Full--

She-Must-Sense--

In them-Something-Familiar-

To-Our-Eyes-And-Heart—

It-Doesn’t-Surprise-Me-That-All-Women-Want-Some fire-In-Them-

Something-Red-With-No-

Feelings-

Of-Inverted-

Just-Pleasing-God-So-No man-Ever-Dares-To-

Near-His-Houses-

Of-Love-Which-With-All-The-

Urgency-Of-Womanhood-

She-With-Sirius--

Forge-Long-

Straight-

Ahead-

Eternal-In-Their-

Son-Acts—6th-5th-8th-10

Dark Matter-1

Around-Here-

We-Live--By a lunatic-Asylum—

Of-Yellow-Shadows-

And Fading lepers--

Everyone-Is so soundly-Off--

By-Such—Enormous-Measures-

And-Threat--

To-Livingness’--

That-Only-

God-Can-Remove-Them-From-Their-

Midst--

The-Stone-Malingerers-And-Their-Steams--Who-

Become-Our-Stalkers-And-Poisoned-Bread-By-Day-

Paul--Meets-Them-

Along-The-Sewers-Of-Tiny rivers--

He-Says-

Touring-The sites--Below-

They treat-Us-Like-Gods-Distanced—

Revered-On-The-Surfaces—

But-Frightened-

Should-We-Not-

Quicken-The-Steps-

Past-—Their-Gilded-Ware-And-

Dents-In time--

These high rises-Are-

Piled-Up-Sewers-

The-Cuts-Give-Them-

Days-And-Months-Below-

Windows-In time—

Which-They squander-

Being-Watchful-

And lazed--As rats-

Going-Through-Passages-

With-Tiny-Toothcombs-That-Never-See-The-Shelter-

Of the-Moons-

Shine—Only fears-

But-

I’m-The-Signified-Saint-Of-My names-

(He says-Not despair,)

We can-Each-

Feign-A-

Sinner—Like-

Men-

Who have-

Seen-The worst-Of dead-

You-Arrive—

Then-

With-The-Stars-Of-

Heaven-By your-

Keep-

Walk-Amongst-Them-

Enraged—

Feel the-—Pain-Of-

Billions-If-The-

Keeper-Isn’t-Here-

There-Are-Storms-That-

Eyes--

Can’t find-

But-

The soulful-

Never neglect-

The-Hours-

Become-

Shorter-

Even-Stones-

Get-Prayerful-

Without-Knowing-Its-Been rained-

And-I’ve-Been seen-And felt-

We’ve-

Had-The-Tooth-full-Embraces-And-Never waned-

For-The-

Coming-Of Messiah-Is-One-Long-Season-

Of-Meanings-Embedded-

The-Weight-Falls-On-Him-Relentless-But-The-Will-Of-God-Is-An enormous-Ocean-Of-Goodwill-For-His favors-And-

Judgments—

That-Lie--

Hopeful-Close-

By-The-

Lances-Of-Meet-

Indebted-To-

The health--Of our world-Amen-

Acts-10-8th-

Gabriel’s-2

By the-Height-Of-All thought-

My women-Should sit-

In always-

Reluctant-Fair--

Like-All things-That--

Leave--Out-

Of-Our-Emergences-

Voyagers--Un-sad-

Not-Expecting-

Roses-Or-

Favors-No-

But-That-Our fates-Not-Be made-So vulnerable-

To-The worst-In man-

The-Pedophiles-The-

Rapists-That-

Sat-Undiscovered-Almost-

Deep-

In-The houses-

Of-Every-Voice-You--Heard-

We’ve-Known them--To shout-Upward—

Taunting-

Assailing-The-Crossroads-

Of every-Saint--

Appearing-

If-Not-As themselves-But-In-The mirrors-And shadows-Intact—

Not ghostly-But dead--Urging—Events

Into-That-Entangle-Mat-Where-An-Inner-sense-Is-Lost-By the hour-Before-Its breath-Is-housed for-Life-

So-

Listen-To the-Voice-Of forever-In times-

I’ve ordained-Every-Man-Woman or child-

To-Remove-The-Intruders-(Dead-or-alive,)From-Their house-

Which is-Ours-Which-Is mine---In light-

As-In-Destination-And-Fire-

By the-Veering-

Of-All-Matter-

In-Hell-Or-Your-Hives-

Acts-8th-7th-5

Testify-2

TellThem-I never let--Go-Of an enemy-Without-

Moving-Him-or-Her-

Into-Pay well--

By-The ashes-Of their fail--

In the-

Existing-Fares--

(Before-And-After,)

Illumination-Has been-Wrought-

In-The-Senselessness-

Of their-Purpose—

Everywhere-I-Know-Your-Minions-Waste-Laid-

Hide-In-

Those-Straps-Un-boldI-Know-They’re-Only-

Fortified-If-Backs-Weighed-In-Thousand-Sins-

Like-Whores--

And-They-Talk—In-Shadows-The-Way-Serpents-Take-Shelter--

By--A moat-

That-Deceives-And-Divides-

Their-Brethren

And-Honor-Is sold--

So-We give-What they-Want--

Like-Mary says-By-The-

Bears-Claws-Off-

My-Favorite’s--

Legs-In-The-Autumn-Of-My-Existing-Fares-

By-The-Shelter-Love-

After-Her-Wings-Are-

Wed—For-The-Coming-Of-Many-Springs-

On-Her-

Children’s-

Desks-In-Serene-Willful-

Breaths-

Of-What-God says-

Is always meant--

Acts-8th-7-5-6

Mother law-2

Breathing---The-Faces--

And-Carriages--

I-Know-

We shan’t-Have-Any-Love-By--

Your-Same-

I-Know-We assign-No tremble--Lake-

Forward-And-Back-True-

By-

The-Rains-For them-Of-Our-Love-Lights—

(Mate,)

I mean-That-You-May-Not-Bathe-In us-(Oh, no,)

Nor-Hold--The—Mirrors-Too-Low-

For-Numbers-Of hate-

Store-In them--Lies--

So much more--(As you know,)

If-The-Greening-

Of-This-Way-Doesn’t-Rail-Night-And day-By your aims-

If-The-Pleasing-Of-God-Is-Not-Your-Everyday-

Purpose-

For fame---

From-

Whose-

Fountain-

You’re-Received-

In-

Wakeful-

Surges-Of-Tis-

Raise-

I know-Half-Of them-

Might-

Cry-

But-

You-

Fortify-

You mothers-

Relentless-

You-Redeem-Them-

Knowing-Their-Blooming--

Is—

Your—Own--

Salvation--And-Breath-

(As well,)

But-They don’t-Hold-Us-

(Child-Of-All-Reincarnations,)

Body-Of-Heavens-

Then hell-

Suspended-In-Their-

Womb--

If-The-Force-Of-Their-

Will--Is not-

Astounding--

To-Our own wealth--

If-The-

Beauty-Of-

Everyday-Existing--

In-Not-

Included-

For every fate-

So-Receive-

Me-ByThe love-Of-My-

Weighs-

(Whole,)

For-Our women--

See-The-Birth-Of-Light-

At-Every turn--And astound-It-

With-

Their-Own-Senses-

And-

Ways-

Of-

His-

Mothers-

Spaced—In-

All directions-

Of my hopes---

Acts-9-8th-

Chances (Esghe,)-4000 A.D.

I-Don’t-Know-Why she-Loves me—And-How-She-Becomes--So meaningful-By-Her soul-

Or-That-For once-All the-Physics-Of-My abodes-By the foot-

Can’t-Quite-

Explain-The-Fervor-Of-Our-Hopes-

Together-

Sewn--

That-I--Should--Be-Such-A straight arrow—

For-Likes-Of-

Us-

Myths-Of-Hope-

Fables-Of-Creation--

Wrought-

By-

Iron-

Nights-Of-

Hers--Shadows-Dissolve-

And-Ours-Elope-

For-Their-Rise-

Winsome--And-Bold-

I-Mean-That-I-Carry-My-Heart—Free-And-She-Ceases--Their-Advances-By our-

Fort-

Willful-

These-Are-Our-Own inventions-

(She and I,)

But-Greened-With-The-Eyes-Of-My-Mothers-

And Amen-Aligned--

In-Forever-

He says-

Tie-

Yourself-To-your-Eyes-

Stem-By-

The-Foot-Of-The mother’s—Wealth—

She-Knows-

The-Steams-Rancor-From-The- Belt-

You-Carry-The-Hell-And-Hades-Is-By-Her-Names-

And-The-

Valleys--Of-

Constellations-

Are-

By-Our-Own-

Illusions-Spared-(Acts-2,3)

Wings-And—

Fields-

That-Lie-Despaired-Feeling-But-

Not-Sensing the maze-

For-

This world-Has-

One-Common-

Burnt-

Purpose-

To-

Follow-Its-

Maker-

And master-Whole-To-

The--

Quietness-

Of-Our-Homes--

Together-

Acts-8th-7th-6th-5-10

Favorite (Cupid)-68th

I-Like—The-Senses-

Of dawn--By the-Breeze of-My heart-

(The weigh,)

All that-Confirmation-

Shuddering-The fields-Of no—Restless-

Fervent-Sincere-

She-Who-Lays-Out-Of time-

Certain-

Aloft-Like-Her light-

Not-A story-For-The-

Vagrancy-Of litter-Or-Envy-Of-The woman-By other women-Or-Men--

Softly-Revered-

By-The-Rains-Of lust-From her man-

The-Face-of us-Isn’t-

An imitation-Of-The clocks-

Its-

How-Reverence-And love-Is-Mirrored-Across-

Times-

Its-How-The brown-Christ-Or-The white-One-

Looks-

Without--The-Urgency-Of-

Every-Check-

And-Balance-

LestThe-Eyes-Of-Men-Look-Un-serenely-

Upon-Her-

Faith-

I-Walk-To the-Parlors-And-Lakes-By her-We-Screen-The-Edges-That-We-

Receive-As bait-

Oh-If we’re-Not-Pleased-By them-If-The-Woman-Is a man-

If-The-Waiting-Has-A shadow-That-Grieves-Others--

He said-The-Cupids gaze-

Is-This long-In 2000 years-

And he-Points-To-The-Width-Of-My canvass-For her eyes--

So-We know-Our-Sadness-Has an end-

Someday-

By-The stars-Sewn-With my-Haste-

And her backs--

In-The-Waves-Of-

Our-Remembrances-

(As love-and-life)-

Acts-8th-6-Seven-

Luke-3rd coming

If you-Court-Sirius shadow—Great and-Slow-

By the-Lakes-

Not frozen—Steppe--But-Weighed-

Lest-She rises---Too quick-

From the-Fields-

Of longed-for coffee-

Off this earth-

Lest-She-Carries-Us-Un-whole-

In her-Favors-Mist-

I-Know-She has-Mary’s scents-In her hair--

Which-Bestows-Every benediction-

My way-

Without-Being-Asked-

Desired-

But-NeverNeeded-

Being shown—

The saviors-

Faith-

With-Moving--Trails--By--

The-Waves-Of her skirts-

That-We’ve-Minted-

Well-Adored-

In the-Voices-That--Carried-

Us-Oceans-Hope--

(In-The-Beginning-As in the-End,)

By-The-Spring-Of-Our 3rd-return-

When-I’m weary-With-Hell---By my belt—

Oh-The-Frowning-

Screaming-Sirens-

That-Must wane--

For-The-Coming-Of-My-Queens-In wait--

And her---Names-

By-The-Well-

Heated-Somewhat-Alarmed—I know-

For-She has-The bonfires-Teeth-

Planted-FromHere-(Eighth,)By-

Her-Tail-(the Cain’s,)

Listen-She-Has-To-

Ride-Over-

Them-Fast-And slow-The-Ways-Of the-Old---

Lest-The-Steams--Of-Hate-Rise--Quick-

In my-Face-

We-Reduce--The enemies-In-Every wonder-

But-Its-Not-Ever-Our fervor-

Not to-Be-The-Shepherd-Of-All-Plains-

Not-To-Rescue-Loves--As she-Sees it fit—Never believing-That-My Mary isn’t-Fit-For-Every trial-

Set—

So-Receive-

Me-Mirrors-Lovelorn-Of most--

Like-A freight-Train-

Shorn-

Like-Your god-

Who-IsBesieged-By-An-Onerous--Weight-But—Met-With-Your-Hopes—

For-Every--

Nations-Wealth--

Acts-8th-7-5th

Dreaming-7th wave

If a dream’s-The most minimal--

Native-Ray-

Of existing-

And it is-

But-If indicative-Of my times-

The highs-Become low--Quick-

As wavered-Sand—

Unrecognizable-

To myself-

If--

My-Vigil-Isn’t-Constant--

Breaths—Aren’t-

Renewed-For heaven-

Every hour-

Of -Blooming day--

And lows—

Vanish--

Flurries-Of-The-Waste-

In the chasm-

And rooms-

Below-

By my hell--

Without—Ever-

Knowing-The-Whole-Of-Ours-

Existing—

The-Gifted-Days-Of mend-That-

Invariable--Grow--Out-Of-The prism—Of their being-

Like-Rain--

I know-We-Haven’t-Saved-Anyone-Without a-Faith-

I-Know-We never-See-Again-

The-Shadow-Of those-

Who-Spear-Venom-My way-

Its-The-Fort—Bearing-Of the-Creator-Not alone-Its not-Undefined-I-See-The storms-That-Gather-Around-Them-When-Messiah--Is home—We-

So clearly-Favor this-And not-That row--Judgments—Are with-

Rays-Of-Expression-That pour--From-Heights-

Of --My meant—Like hope--I-Am not-Carrying you--In my-World-If-Your-Intent--And-Beauty-Inside-Are-Unfelt—

If-Virtue—

Is not-The prize-That you--

Offer my reign--Forever-As-In each life’s—Wealth--

Our goodwill-Is-An-Announcement-

By-Every--Mountain-And river—That-Never fades-It-Means-Not to-Just-Create innocence—By blue certain-Bathe--

But to--Watch-Its-Roots-Placed--Into--Many-

Rivers-

That-Run-

To-My-

Oceans-

Depth-

Of-Resurrection-

For-Their-

Favor-And-

Dead-

For-The-Greening-Of dreams-

In-

Every breath--

They take--

Acts-Seven-8th-

####Time (Every 2000 years,)-0

If-The consciousness-Doesn’t know--

When-People-Don’t-

The-Weight-Knows-Its-Sinful-And-Imbued with hate-

Oh-The hate-Knows-Its-

Been-One-Belt away-From-Mayhem-And betray-

The weight-Knows-

And-I know-From-The-

Shape-Of—The-Children’s-Grievance’s-Everywhere-

Oh-It-Shows-The-Way world---Rains-On-The-Creator--

In torrents-Of torment-

Every 2000 years-

On its always-

The night-Converges-On its peak-

Old-

And weigged-

With-

The-

Wrongs-

Of its-Bridge--

Lepers-2

I’ve met-Your mirrors-

Held-Skewed-Pallid-

Sickly-

From-The outside-Edges-

Of the world—(Both universes-gathered,)

Oh-Everything—You foot-

Stood-Bent-

There-

Screaming-Yelling for air-James wooed-Them-

In his breath-

He said--

“I can hold-Them still-

Until-

Their death-And violence is left”--

They would stand-On the edges--

Of-

Every building-

I lived in--For ages-

Black as coal—Covered-In his feathers-

Women-In long nails-Feet-Like sails-

Men--Backs-Raised—

Like guerillas-In-The ruins--

Nature-Couldn’t-Be tempted--

In reproducing fakes-

Anything--

Vile-

Looked-And felt—

But-They couldn’t-Be steered-Away-

From language-And meaning-

Everything-Sounded-

Corrupted-And-

Lessened-

We’d say-Dreaming-

Is a faith-By ones love-

10000 monkeys--Get up-

To-Say-

They sleep-By your-Favorites-Weight-

I-Sing--The holy--Rivers--

With-Their voices-In two--

Non-believers-Gather-

Like envy-

To—Fall-Into pieces-

And fade--

By-The-Side of-Every prayer-

Stood-A tyrant--In vain--

And the-

Seven spirits-Of heaven-(Amen)-As in John-

Roamed-

Each decade-Spreading-Psalms-For-

Their return-And-

I listen sensing-My-Voice-From within—

Strong-Resourceful--

Favored-

But-We walk-A few steps—Down any-

Street--

Three continents--

And there-

Be-

Zombies-

With blood—For move-

And deception-In wait—

So-I-Receive you-

Brothers-In heaven-If my will-Is met-

Alarmed-But-Realized--

At every turn-

And-

Sisters-Daughters-Of god-

My Mary-Is-A garden—

Of benevolence--At every door-

Without-Any-Limits-Or-

Bounds--But-

For—

Otherwise—

There-Are-

The-Enormous-Fires-That—

Return-The-Soul-My-Light-Of the world-(given you to you,)

Back-

To-

Us-

In my-

Calm-

Fire-

Legs--

Acts-8th-Seven-10-6th-

Assassins-4

What steel-Back-Men-

Such faithless—Burdens-

That-

Our-Women-Had to-Take over-Them-

One-by-one,From-The-Tables-In rooms-

By their manors-

Alone-

I mean-That-All--Welcomed-

Them-Home--

Everyone-Agreed-

These-Men-Should-Lie-In the—Deserts—

That-They-Wouldn’t-Go-Quietly--Something’s-Made them-Both-Resentful—Of-Existing-And-

Courage--

So—We graced-Them-With their-Presence—Inside-

The-

Abodes-From-Which-They’d often-Wondered-To-Poison--

And-Betray us-To see-Who-Lingers-By God-What pleases-Him most-And-Why she-Wears-His-Words so-—Careless-In her-

Rainbows--What-Constellation--Springs-Out-Of-Their-

Senses-

Together-According-To-His-

Verses-

Which-Colors-Of-

Grieve-Aren’t-Ever-

In-Their-Favors-

Met—Why-Anyone--Should-So much-Want-The-Love-Of-Another’s—

That-Breathing-Fate-Aspires-Their-Waves-In-Every-Wonder-

How-Shouldn’t-They-Succumb-As-They-Were-Fed-And-Led-Out-Of each--Bound-And lost--

Acts-Seven-6th—8th

Lasts-2

The-World-Is overwhelmingly-

Permanently-One thing-And not-The other-

Its not-

The-Shadows-That-Change-By-The hours

I-Know-The-Light-Has-This-

Enormous-Appetite-For-Removal-On-Its-Edges-

Then-Gabriel-

Walks-In shrouds-As clothes-

And-Waves-His-Fingers-Rotten-

In-Pre-determined-Wakes-Of repose-

And never-Lingers-By-

The-Minutes-

Momentum-Is-From far above-And below-Him--

I mean-That-I’m-surging-

Thighs-By the fires-

As in heaven--

The-Looks-Of-Destruction-Annoys-The living--Gods-Most-

One-Angel--Lays-Down-

As-

Mercury-Iron-

And-Stoic--

She-Becomes Venus-

Breathing--The murmurs in--

I see favors-In the mist-And woo her—

Some things-Are-Painstakingly-Real—

Within me—

As in-We’ve known-Her-

Eternity-Has always—Been wavered in-

Eternity-

Is always-Here-

Its-The march-Of these-Stars-

On the-Outside-

That-Lock us--In-

Their-Legs-On the-

Grounds-Are by-my dear-Feet-As Satan-

No one-Sees-

The-Black clouds-On sunny days-

Except Gabriel’s-James-(And other Amen,)

He’s found-Flaws-

In his-

Minutes-

I-Mean-

To-

Green-

Them-

Apart-

As their savior-

And-

She-Waits-Silkier-Than a--Rose-He-

Says-

She-Has-The-Abel’s-In her-

But-

I’m-

Not-

A seer-

Of-

Men-

Nor-

Resentments-

And-

That-Gabriel-

Exaggerates-

Restful-

Though-

On-

The-

Other-

Side-

Of-

His names’--

Forever-

Acts-10-8th-