Down to verse (1068)

Lifer

He would not be convicted,

Nor bond slave of any lord,

Brook no threat of wrath,

Today, or any day, or beyond,

And no direction gave

For the care of a grave

He considered needless compliment.

He preferred that God look

And find nothing.

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The Lookout

There he was

On a coast,

Watching ships

That might have been

On any coast,

Were he to see the sea.

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His cut

His sharpness

Cut a way

Back to a soul

That was but a blade,

Made to mold,

Forged in youth

From a command

He could not understand,

Could not sheathe,
But had to keep from.

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Good day

It was a good day

For his desktop.

He had no time

To run his happy apps.

Down to verse (1064)

Disarray

There they were

With all the equals,

Seeking ways

To make them so,

Wishing axioms

For sequels,

But no signs

For whence to go.

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Master

When a user quits entering queries,

No more to screen,

And his eyes in glaze abound,

I, Master of Color,

The Soother,

Show him soft pixels and light.

When his texting aborts or reverses,

Puzzling keys

Thus to morph smile to mild frown,

I, Master of Feeling,

The Healer,

Sing a soft sequence for strife.

When the web host disables his service,

Packet flows cease

And the power sighs to ground,

I, Master of Mood Sync,

The Dancer,

Soft shoe to silence his life.

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His new watch

Would tell him

Everything about himself

Until it ran out of time.

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The run

His mind had run

From this to that.

In fun of chat

It laughed, undone.

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Unity

It was abrupt,

The way he cut

The extra thought,

That of the others.

And in his run,

Truth had shown through,

That when he used

The plural ‘you’

He had himself

In mind and deed

To have none

But the ‘me’ in ‘we’.

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Cicero and Parmenides

He had offended some god

By flouting the law,

But erred

In what section,

In reflection

Then doubted

What worked out.

He was routed

To some depth

To get done,

Requiring history

To divine the mystery

Of the One.

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Rhetorician

The focus of his point

Was all so wrong,

He lifted all his words

Above to song.

From heavy then to light,

Therein was heft

To cure such impasse

Such as might be left.

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Browning at the bar

Browning paid

For another round,

For the last

Had not been perfect.

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As Tennyson

As Tennyson,

He imagined a moaning,

A moaning of the bar

When he set out.

He cautioned against it,

But lost his soul

In the caution

Which none attended.

Down to verse (1055)

Beginning

He had appeared,

On time,

Ready,

And, thus,

The day began.

Down to verse (1054)

Flow

The fluids

Went into the corners

They were supposed to.

The physics got them there,

But the design was his

To put them where.

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Followers

They had an addiction,

To an apostle

Who saw all through himself,

Yet required still more attention

To the fluid he drank.

For he owned their minds and ways

Sundays and other days

In the life

Of his church

That poured

All of its spirit

Into his cup.

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Needed for pictures

It was a perfect walkway,

The way it was

Through clipped honeysuckle,

Shrub and bush unnamed,

Walk paved and edged

To the big street

That crossed eight hundred paces,

At the far border of his outing,

Before he would then turn back

To see it the other way,

All along its sides

Views of perfect walkways

To perfect doorways,

With oaks thereby and moss thereon

Needed for pictures.

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Brighter

It was a day brighter,

For his heart was lighter.

Why pick his words that way?

He could not say.

The lumens of the sun?

How many from the one?

He could not count its rays for cause,

Nor weigh his heart by nature’s laws.

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The coins

The coins

Were left

From a turmoil

They could not pay.

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Leaves

He was certain

He would find it

In the leaves.

In the leaves.

‘In the leaves’,

Was the mantra

Of the man

One could not understand.

Who drove their wonder

When he found nothing

In the leaves.

Of course, he had converts.

For his story had its genesis,

Which they took for something

In the leaves.

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Down to verse (1048)

Sum

It summed him up

When you thought about it:

He’d done just enough

To survive,

To justify his sense

At the time.

He would be all right.

Later he raised his tale

To that of a child

With a protector,

Who’d seen him

Through it all,

Almost like a mother witness,

Whose kindness he’d fled

All his life.

Actually it was a way

Of taking his mother’s love,

Denying it,

And letting her see him do so,

For she was still alive

To hear it and hurt,

Though he only saw so far

In his vision.

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Perfect therapy

Nor darkness nor even drifting

Was in his heart then.

To that point he could never come,

For the wealth of zeroes abode there,

Submerging allure.

Never could he come home

To the simplest care.

Before each might rise,

To its demise it fell,

Circuiting the next loop

Of a storyless tell.

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New industry

As talent had faded,

So had its medium,

To toons of stick figures

In odd lights.