Tuesday 1st December 2020
A cold wanderer
in youth,
through vital exploration,
found the flaming,
beating,
core of a planet,
untouched in it’s preservation.
As he turns back,
he leaves behind footprints,
that soften in the heat.
Wednesday 2nd December 2020
as I look
at the stars
for the
last time,
I realise
they are
birdsong
of the
night
Thursday 3rd December 2020
to question,
to lose,
to laugh
I will not give,
even though
—I already have.
my silence
was perfect.
Friday 4th December 2020
an absolute shape
with no corruption,
exists
but only when
lucidity
as bright as the
evening sun
can clouds of misuse
dissipate
Saturday 5th December 2020
meaning has no
meaning
I declare myself beyond
the everyday
—in a smiling void
destitute with
memories
Sunday 6th December 2020
Hesitance in accepting, desire
—a curse
If only you could
accept the flow of
jagged form,
and not use it to harm
To not leave marks that
are only now
disappearing.
Monday 7th December 2020
There is a slowness
to this,
that I only just
became attached to.
An underlying,
delicate grip,
that plucks away the
superfluous.
Tuesday 8th December 2020
I wish this were true,
what I say,
but it’s not,
and it can’t be,
until I can’t say,
the absolute truth.
Wednesday 9th December 2020
to wait, wait,
and wait
such a precursor
to the main event
which seems
useless,
but where the growth
that really matters
is allowed to hide
and wait,
and wait
Thursday 10th December 2020
I’m glad
I never gave up,
but to act in
that way,
surely its impossible.
to be bound to the lies
of an imposter,
a sad face,
conjured by meaningless symbols
and bleak idols.
Friday 11th December 2020
I have deceived and
forgiven
to preserve a self
that needs to be dragged,
—spread unevenly
into necessary depths
to bathe
in reflective shadows
Saturday 12th December 2020
only in great
absence
can hollow
words
become
full
Sunday 13th December 2020
Mistakes are apparent only to those divided by outside forces.
I lived a life no mistakes precisely because I made the outside, inside
Monday 14th December 2020
I am aware
of what
happened
and by casting
this spell,
I have placed
roots
into existence.
Tuesday 15th December 2020
now this is finished,
a deep murk or fog,
has vanished
colours can
fight and grow,
and fresh music
can be heard
Wednesday 16th December 2020
voices close in on silent echo,
radiate like mist between
great ideas—
and you,
no longer strange,
no longer part of
this...
and that’s simply,
okay.
Thursday 17th December 2020
hands free from holding on,
let go of a movement
that cant stop,
refuses to.
and to let it go,
a sacred bliss.
Friday 18th December 2020
Who cares,
about far off achievements
that scatter in dull
wind
let them melt gloriously
into nothing,
and use that nothing
to form a second sun
that shows the
way.
Saturday 19th December 2020
I exist between
the chaos of fact and
fiction
sculpted through
time,
with hidden variables
imploding, as though
blaspheming divinity
Sunday 20th December 2020
Once I wrote a life script,
I couldn't end
—I tried
as I felt there was
more,
to tell...
hoped there was
more
Monday 21st December 2020
my ancient architecture crumbles
little white fragments,
snow down
to a supple earth
indifferent and unhurried
Tuesday 22nd December
Resting on the shoulder of good fortune,
I fall with a body of declining information.
Wednesday 23rd December 2020
My words have now left me,
they are yours.
Flying in a stillborn night,
from me,
to you...
like scattered diamonds
full of moonlight.
Thursday 24th December 2020
let me tell you,
something that used
to scare me:
the hand that writes this,
will not last
Friday 25th December 2020
Never, never, never,
never, never...
Waste your turn at
the rivers of eternity.
Saturday 26th December 2020
You can hear it in the wind,
An inaudible temper,
Throttling the silence,
Born in weak mind—
Fragile and insignificant.
Sunday 27th December 2020
what is replaced,
in this great carving
of chained moments
when the patterns untangle,
and something afraid
to be touched
by description
is relieved
Monday 28th December 2020
Take away these
voids of unease,
Take away this
chalice of accumulated
filth,
Take away all
the courage,
I have my words.
Tuesday 29th December 2020
when shallow roads,
that lead to a stately future,
are parched
with strength, only
then does
colour
truly sing
Wednesday 30th December 2020
descending from superior spaces
a kind of dense, mammalian light
the great writer knows...
just as one standing
at the end,
looking
down
Thursday 31st December 2020
a plump
weight
has been
condensed,
ready to
be unfolded
with a
gesture of
illumination
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