Patterns

Waste high in deep panorama,
life moves forward below your feet
Unswollen and unspoken depths,
all calm in its frenzy
Boards and Bow
Let’s handle this with careful measure,
consider this moment one of many
Let’s guage the tempurature and the controls,
and hand the reins to new identities
You shed, you step behind the tide
I remake ways that I go forward –
submerged in details filling space,
compiling blank lines and rewriting them
The pen just moves and speaks and flows,
translating some passage that was and always is,
coming through the screen or through the air,
mining the lines of your face
That door defines us, walk on through
That bridge was laid to speak to you
The depth it staggers and shakes your faith,
lie or fall or walk across
Highway 27
Driving so deliberately through morning fog,
star flies circling around my sight
Breaking into brilliant blurred sunshine,
slowing down into new worlds
Stopping, hearing birds sing makes me want to stay,
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