dark illumination

new moon. left with a few stars and a chilly autumn night i am walking where i do not know. taking the wrong turn at every turn.

mindful of nothing
the walk
longer than it should be

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reality passes us by

creation is not up to god. the reality we live in is our own invention. right or wrong. an elaborate fabrication of our very tender minds. our psyches create both good and bad with equal irregularity. blood in our veins. blood on our hands. i have lost count of the times i have witnessed my own death.

two dozen
and then none
the flight of gulls

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after i die no rebirth please

once is enough for me. lived it well. loved it a lot. it was a perfect life. for me it was just what it had to be. this epitaph i leave.  ‘lived while i lived. but i wont miss being alive now that i am dead’.

seasons
differ everywhere
the static nature of change

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post hoc fallacy

well i got to be an old man. i firmly suppose that this was preordained by god herself. but most people who know me think it was just dumb luck.

japanese garden
a smiling jizo
sticks out his tongue

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church of the eponymous

i have no belief system. i think reality is a construct. that just leaves me in the present moment.

tying
my boat to the universe
i apply a slip knot

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the art of philosophy or the philosophy of art

i dont want to appreciate art. I wont spend time on philosophy. put them together and you have the dark arts. harry potter was a character. i am too after a fact. a character in a novel i am writing about my life.

a writer
of short poems
too smart for the long ones

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light a candle with a star

flame is something we all secretly worship. a fire warms the hands and the soul. living in a dark skies area i find the stars of the milky way hotter than the artificial variety. i think all the fires in the world in the past or the future would fit in a single flare of the sun. we need the sun. we fear the fire. it seems too silly to diagnose this contradiction. so i wont.

the warmth
of a quiet embrace
shooting stars

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whisper me words

freshly plowed field. but the notes from the guitar go wandering.

a long note
from a blues tune and
the aroma of fresh bread

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a whisper turns to a thought

the erasure of time has made my limbs blind. i stumble in the grass. how is it that i cant find the way home as easily as i used to. has old age begun to strangle me. dew on the grass has been my undoing. like a squirrel that reaches through the bottom of a nest and steals the eggs from the mother starling. nature stops me in my tracks. feeling and knowing the same now as i see clearly what i have come to. a smiling old man who loves his life for all it has become.

a rainbow
e x p l o d e s
through the fog

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