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| 'Catskill Mountain House, The Four Elements' Thomas Cole, 1844 |
freeing freedom free
pleasing by cane and bell
sensory banquet fuck it
pleasure forays tell
what wisdom hides
rides four elements
horsemen disguises
you tell me things
lens to flare nostril
quarters drawn to blues
we play playful
we harvest ripe pelts
our velvet turned
a language lingering
where scent marks
trying to remember
journeying while stuck
destination soul hole
solely sorrowful role
assignment is ritual
algorithm joint flesh
marrow writing credits
music at the end
moving pictures with
each piece of you
I carry to bed
this me fits time
chaos counts my moments
what I've burned
digging my nails into trees
leaving poems where the rivers
come to dig into you
where mountains surrender too
when I become rain praying
a pleased need
an always another again
emptying into you
what fills wanting
the bright reasons, seasons
and holiday celebrations
the shadow toll fits
all the places
we steal into
I fall freely in love
in war in apathy in anger
in ache in agony in danger
not being, turning chance
shoe away soul from song
shoe away soul from roaring
shoe away staying hushed
shoe away lush languid lucid
keep letting water
steal soles and the keys
to the poems
EJR ©
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