that I think
as if warming my hands
over an open mind-pit of fire
and what I think
as if by thought
I bring into the light
a substance that burns
both intimately
and brightly
but these items are really
only and stillborn after-affects
of the ever so near
yet standing so tall
as the shadow-casts of the now
no face paint of composition
no referential compliance
will make it any more so
as decently present
and decidedly inclusive
in the blossom of now.
I can’t breath meaning
I can’t live the naming
even thought itself
is only an accomplice
of minor intrigue as imposition
on or into the now
promoting the life
with and amongst
these invisible friends
as concepts on the half-shell
of the skull
a delight of canopy treats
to extract me
from the full-bodied now
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