Radical
Doubt
this is strange -- what
is strange -- opening up a place -- inventing sound to fill space
-- to begin again then again to say or echo a voice -- a thought
-- mind slips -- this odd configuration living this -- several patterns
submerged and then rising again -- tight chest -- too many faces
-- terrible time -- fill in the C-spot -- stand still -- stop --
I will stop here -- this is time to stop -- is disengagement the
prelude to total implosion? -- saturation point -- scale the world
down to where it fits
my dreams are missing
for several days -- almost a week, maybe over a week -- time shrinking
and expanding -- a flexible tunnel. want my dreams back
odd that all can be resolved
by talk -- the act of speech -- uttered in the right ear equals
release
why do you ask "in an
ideal world what would you want?" when worlds -- the many are never
ideal -- philosophizing again, becoming too metaphysical -- you
will never be willing to make my ideal world happen
she says: does it, did
it, did she, he, it move, touch you? well did she? would you tell
me -- loving minds and breasts -- did it move -- the earth -- the
mind -- the lace curtains -- did they? does it touch you -- me --
she at all -- being an introvert only my perception of his touch
touches me and being an extrovert you adjust to the object -- objectively
rearranging matter -- logistically planning placement of wrists,
ankles
"I could never make love
to a woman if I didn't like her ankles" he said. I've never noticed
ankles before as being particularly attractive or repulsive -- similar
motivations -- intensity
screamed as you watched
my hand mutating in the dark and she appeared to rise from the grave
or slither from the ground to her full height in the sudden shaft
of light -- a doorway -- opening
a portly man underwater
rock climbing writes a poem about us -- never seen so many people
naked she said not since high school -- the flaky one builds a sand
castle on the rocks -- you say she unnerves me because of my fear
that I may be like her -- she opens a door -- strikes a nerve --
a familiar pattern I detest
evil -- yes -- idea of
a demon in the room a dark presence just like before -- pre-utterance
-- crying in your sleep -- sobbing in your sleep this time -- spiders
fill the house -- I woke up happy this morning
she paced back and forth
in the canyons -- detached -- finding inner roads more comfortable
-- stuck dancing in place -- your face glows from sun -- a burnished
rose and also joyous -- watching the dyad turn I marvel at the binary
system expanding to allow further entry then closing in again --
folding inward or rearranging into another similar pattern always
opening again -- a lust for openness -- a need for the entrance
visible
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