FACING ODDS

(the face of god)

sometimes, in this verge between two intensities; two radical possibilities facing each other in oddity... I become.

a flycatcher. a clowd.
a paralytic that runs in dreams.
a scrudge.

defeat the wave of forces within me
or let me defeat your tides.

and when I see such epiphany. so sublime taste of grace
I draw back, not with tears
but with haste.

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SURFACES

the verge of my surfaces, my de-fence.

and I,
a countless drip of me all

a gush, a spout.
of countless fogs
and rains
and foams.

leaking. out of order.
and the world drinking.

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panic~3: illusion of being a separate object~subject that needs to be defended when facing disintegration.

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