#263. Cali

May 15, 2010

the golden one
invited us into her
special cool hole
dug for all with love
in the Endless sand.
we will find her there
whenever we need her
looking out for us.

where now the driftwood
tossed on the beach.

surface
tension punctured
drops ripples and gone
time uncounted
music ensphered
water engaged
by pebble rock
and stone

turn your face
up towards the clouds
feel the new rain
ancient oceans
refreshed

#254. surface tension

May 6, 2010

momentary
surface
tension
takes
much
less
life
than
age
dispenses

days
stretch
while
years
collapse
into
the Endless

#236. rinsed and drained

April 18, 2010

i wish
that there
were
more of me
that
space and time
allowed
it
but what is
is not
the wish
fulfilled
but still
the Endless
holds you
for me

#225. a glimpse

April 7, 2010

the day
has twisted
my thoughts into tempests
thwarted desires
lead me to the foot
of the bridge
my stone
is worn smooth
by the quiet noise
of the Endless
river

#222. wriddle

April 4, 2010

wasted
words have
written themselves and
why not
wrestle
with them
within the Endless

in the going
and coming
the from and to
my spirit soars freely
visiting all the moments
it has ensphered
in the Endless
space time realm

the traces
and the faces of memory
clarify

end
of another
week.
leaving
uptown
for down
subway
heat
ensphered
by crowds
so sweet
ready
for the
Endless
dancing
new york
night.

subway
thou art
riding me to my homepage.
i am the electron
banging thru
the worldwide
with the ghosts
of new york.

see them now.

humble aware laughing
everyday informing
me thru the dark
underground surf.
speaking jostling crowds
of ghosts recognize
me as a trace
a shade in their life
a face in their book
as we connect
they fill in
my moments
in the Endless
subway ride pome.

look
between the cobblestones
into the ancient earth
of the seaport

find there
the ghosts of new york

hear
water through the broken ships
anchoring the rotting piers
peck slip and coientes

find there
the bones of new york

smell
drifting airs sweet sour
salt spicy bitter
conjuring the past today

find there
the breath of new york

feel
destruction rumbling construction
devolving evolving mains tunnels
hovels towers bridges

find there
the blood of new york

taste
the masses strangers known
intimately in the shared glimpse
of the Endless across the tracks

find there
the dreams of new york

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