1 

the cascade down in dome nights
the lick of warm spring on skin
falling, filtering the orbiting star generator
in picking the eternal blast of nature's vision
at home within an architect's work
which is the unending placement of all within 

2


It is the history of man to fake divine guidance
from TV preachers to Inca sacrifice
echoing minds secured blindness
tele-evangelist stealing widows mites
to the crime of crimes thought of as a right 

you'd best think twice and then think thrice
when you get to that point where you think all is light
voices inside, you assume as always right
every notion, each passing whim
another breathe of God
you just don't see how your own imagination
has simply trod


3 

coming closer to the object
the object of events
the compact placement of days in timelessness
This was the censored vision, of days exploding
into gardens of life
days exploding
into awareness beyond 


4

Earths, just like this one
often this thought used to come to me
transposed shades of flesh and clouds
different sensing coloring oneself
Earths, just like here
ring the clocks of eternal years
distance ring the clocks of present time's eternal years
ring the clocks 
distant senses flavoring in the thought of those planets 


5 

When that great fire shines once more in your eyes
you ask how to use it?
Its locus is wholeness
just catch on to it
for the moments it lasts
watch them color life one to one 


6 

the sun on my flesh
the rays accumulate to help
make this gift 

an angry radiance
seemed often to germinate
something, then hide
I'm often conscious, awake
perhaps relatively 

I strive to be angry back
at what tires me
like Christ's Tantrums
something right is real 

our sun and all suns
beneath us also all suns
when in a sunny day
faint starlight, which is really a sunlight far away
reaches us,
even in the day 

starlight's day
does our sun shine just light?
perhaps ours shines on us with a magnitude we don't realize
and we are entirely captured by one essence of what we could
experience out in the stars 

here I am again against a pattern
a pattern of just a morning? 

against a pattern of just a day spent with someone
I don't wish to be like?
and I have my aims, to relax my muscles
to release unconscious tension 

it's not easy at all to tell all your muscle groups to relax
it always takes at least ten minutes
I look at my clock now 

I wish to raise in levels of soul-remembering and duty.
my consciousness not others affects my emotions to gain God's blessing. 

shocking the worldview, because it was like a hundred
changes in reality a hundred different shifts
in cognition's memory and holdings
but this was the positive emotions
that infuriates the system like a negative emotion 

a seen hope
the level of all suns at midnight
it is for me to turn it into a seen hope 


7 
 

Sensing love for each stranger we see
makes us feel so good because
we are put into a relationship with their real value
the value they have for themselves
and the value their loved ones feel for them 
this is a very uplifting transformative experience. 


8 

you're finally getting it
the nature of luxury
arithmetically
the pursuit of happiness
is itself the achievement of luxury
a more consistent beautiful view blazoned

And concentration, concentration was a hope
emptiness, do we feel an emptiness?
or is that just a blow against the cruelty of evil?
evil personified,
devils, degenerates

is emptiness and pain we sometimes feel really death?
is it organized crime against us?
is lack of strong motivation against evil death?
is it evil against us, is it our own laziness?

is it that only that we once truly knew the motivation of the highest
but now have cared for our finances too much?
others who have only known normal things have never died to this
and know no let down

I see the joy in knowing
that many people are good
I know the joy in knowing
that many will have a nice life
with a beautiful house
their own senses of discipline 
I feel happiness knowing that they
will achieve this 


9

my sense of concentration
brings me happiness about myself 
my reflection into the seas
my sadness
as the storms on snow
on the mountains 

concentration
brings me happiness 
a metaphor:
watching the clock
knowing that I can
see its one time now 
and knowing that I will
still be my same I awaiting
with a part of my soul
the next moment
knowing that continuation 

is what makes me happy
as the special memory
the consciousness of oneself
grows through uncritical self-observation
the taste of this always returning to the same points
this taste of recurrence in life becomes stronger 
until it is stronger than the attraction of the points one revisits
which have in the interim grown fresh graces 


10

a guy should have known he didn't have to sow
to his own image, in the mind of those
who chose at least at that time to be close 

I need the sun and the wind to bring me sweet city smells. 
I phase my signs through a God-appointed filter
my presence, adjusted through my eyes is 
soft, friendly and curious 
the radiance of raspberry almond is this sunlight

Up air, up eyes, up opinions of others
up income, up being of service,
up prayer, up up!
up the notion of up 

a Manhattan lifestyle for the Lord, 
for the regeneration of the city's notion of spirituality 
helping to bring the hours of the clock back to
the hopeless alcoholics 

and dowse the burning ignorance of clinging to the people
who don't care for our satire 
this spinning singer, this wild street person 
this one shining cares who is made blazon by love

to find out by logic, the prayer of the heart
so omnipotent, the source is God. 

more magical days unfolding revelations
somehow with a heart for doing it
they are always revealed 


11

my sense of concentration
brings me happiness about myself 
my reflection into the seas
my sadness
as the storms on snow
on the mountains 

concentration
brings me happiness 
a metaphor:
watching the clock
knowing that I can
see its one time now 
and knowing that I will
still be my same I awaiting
with a part of my soul
the next moment
knowing that continuation 

is what makes me happy
as the special memory
the consciousness of oneself
grows through uncritical self-observation
the taste of this always returning to the same points
this taste of recurrence in life becomes stronger 
until it is stronger than the attraction of the points one revisits
which have in the interim grown fresh graces 


12

a caller from the mineral state
which destroys the mind and heart of those
who believe in him
he says,
"All life is pure evil,
evil perpetuating itself"
he says,
"puts me through one torment after another." 

13 


a guy should have known he didn't have to sow
to his own image, in the mind of those
who chose at least at that time to be close 

I need the sun and the wind to bring me sweet city smells. 

I phase my signs through a God-appointed filter
My presence, adjusted through my eyes is 
soft, friendly and curious 

the radiance of raspberry almond is this sunlight

Up air, up eyes, up opinions of others
up income, up being of service,
up prayer, up up!
up the notion of up 

a Manhattan lifestyle for the Lord
for the regeneration of the city's notion of spirituality 
helping to bring the hours of the clock back to
the hopeless alcoholics 

and dowse the burning ignorance of clinging to the people
who don't care for our satire 
this spinning singer, this wild street person 
this one shining cares who is made blazon by love.
at least today 

sweet city smells 
freaked him out
freaked him out
left one arm inside
one out

to find out by logic, the prayer of the heart
so omnipotent, the source is God. 

more magic days unfolding revelations
somehow with a heart for doing it
they are always revealed 









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