may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Sunday, October 16, 2011

every little loss of memory(is another tiny death


the big sleep comes when we least expect.We practice and rehearse
by eliding /censoring/forgetting/mumbling over mysteries
every good story thrills long before the ending/so when
one leaves beside us/hole in space where she is no longer
(we will be gone-you will forget-this line leads into fog)
Awakening takes lifetimes.Partial sleep covers us each dreaming.
Some make a monastery of manners/excluding those beggars who tug @sleeves 
who whisper in your ear"This,too,shall pass". And when it does
how can we act so fresh surprised?When death has been with us all this shadowed life?
 

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