.
.
Is it
A process
Of will
That I am
Expectations
I weep
Memories
Disappointing
Too grand
That should
Too fragile
Not be
A siren
Both of Maya
Desire
And warning
Desire
As love
Can not
Be aimed
Oh yes to
Argue is
Directed
As a
Sun beam
Burning
In all
Directions
It can
Be once
Was gone
Beyond
It is
Just is
Or just is
Warmth
Comfort
Green growth
Over growth
Remembrance
Ultra violet
Not and
Never
What is
Expected
Astounding
In gracious
Beauty
By contrast
Disappointment
Of such a
Lesser
Being
Of which
Sadness
Prefer
Raining
To be
Unaware
Voice
Electric
Total hidden
Behind the
Veil required
For too
Much sun
Or fools
Imagination
Whispering
More beautiful
Than possible
Never in
Imagination
Is path
To reality
Of missiles
Crashed planes
Gorgeous velvet
Of black
Smooth unknown
My sleep
Pirates
Your love
Bizarre
Zoo of
Chimeras
My home
The desert
Garden of
No air
I live
Alone on
The other
Unseen
Side of
The Moon
A Spirit
There is
An Eye
Watching
Speaking
Radio
Languages
In unknown
Coded
Waves
Machine
Colony of
Squatters
Or disease
This garden
Invaders
Glory song
Helping
Or are they
The insects
Humming
Singing
Others here
Before
And after
Who my
Children
Or beings
Within
Twisting
Morse
Dine’ binary
Counting
Beyond mind
Nano fractals
Universe
Backwards
Night contained
Domed
Morning moon
Sky that isn’t
Bursting
All directions
All dimensions
My thought
So small
Unloved
Useless
I weep
The memories
Of Agawela
.
.
Bear …07.17.2014
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Agawela = Old Woman (Cherokee)
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https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/agawela/
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/hubris-of-agawela/
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/10/the-scent-of-beauty/
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/09/26/blue-september/
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