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Scrap
Neglect, detritus.
Stranded objects make appeal
for reconnection.

But what whole could ever be
of which such remnants are part?
Ladders
The rungs rise and fall,
the direction is decided
by the starting point

so the climber discovers:
The way up is the way down.
nodal
Delicate blossoms,
lures to attract the future,
to nourish fresh seeds.
Air Force Revisited.
Flying fortresses,
dense enough to deflect light
yet insubstantial

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.

(Originally:

Flying fortresses,
solid enough to impede light
yet made of nothing.

Water drops suspended in
the high, thin air, wind sculpted.)
Hypnopompic
A key too rusted
to turn, a door once solid,
now rotting away.

As sentience stirs again,
the dream's images decay.
Solipsist
Spirit torments flesh.
The sharp goad of emptiness,
of solitude, stings.

Touch, soothing or harsh,
might redeem isolation.
Empathy
Can you read her face,
is she wearing hope or pain?
Her visage a mask.
On The PodiumThe art of conductivity
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton

serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.
The Perspective Of HokusaiThe great wave surges from the left. The image is frozen as the great tower of water crests. Slicing the mountainous sea, three fishing boats in motion from the right, are threatened with inundation when the wall of water must fall upon them as the wave breaks.

On the far horizon the snow-capped peak of Mont Fuji can be seen, tiny, against the momentary bulk of the wave. Yet and boats are necessarily transient. The foreground is full of the challenge of survival, a moment in the struggle that passes fast into oblivion. The mountain, that appears so small, is wrapped in its motionless tranquillity, its snow mantle dazzles the eye.

Close to,
The Ladder Of JacobJacob dreamed. Though we may know nothing about what kind of man this father of patriarchs was, the record of his dream has been preserved. We have no way of knowing if this was indeed ever a dream that a man experienced. The story has him traveling alone, so artists have portrayed him. In the ancient text he settles for the night, resting his head on a stone.
As he sleeps the vision unfolds, he sees a ladder that reaches toward heaven from the earth, a ladder by which angels are ascending and descending.

He hears the voice of god, so he believes. The god tells him how remarkable he is. We might understand this vision as an allegory of his
Disputation
Does she remember,
or has she forgotten all?
He stores their pictures,

while she disowns him and them.
Nothing, she says, still remains.
Moonlighting
Our eyes always aspiring to see behind vision, as if
to discover what lies hidden beneath the flood of light.
Always we're trying to peer beyond the moon's bright cloak.
AfterwordFunerary goods
always include coin to pay
the ferry man's fee.

What if we had always been wrong,
If none waited by the river?

The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveler

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
Stranded 2
The end of the line
had ever seemed likely
to leave the traveller

abandoned in empty space,
no hope of resolution.
Possessed
Nobody can see
the demons that confound him,
just his misery.

Indifferent to the day
he's trapped inside his anguish.
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Pining
Melancholy beast,
waiting with resignation.
Will his love return?
Arrival
The traveler rests.
Still he must acclimatise
to his new being,

discover the strange mindscapes
beyond his cocooning dreams.
Touching
Those artful fingers
that press and caress the neck,
so musically!
Beautiful Dreamer
adrift, and sleeping,
she floats upon an ocean.
Benign seas uphold her.

It seems the balloon is full
of an uplifting desire.
Grayscale
Grey utility
is all there is. No uplift
for spirits trapped here.

The ductwork is unlikely
to fulfil the Golden Mean.
Parking
An epic cloudscape.
All the populace can do
is line up their cars!

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Ghosts cast no shadows.
Shadow borrows its substance
from solidity.

Still the Dreamer must explore
the realm of shadows, all night.
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A commentary on Impossible Meeting by *RedTweny


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*Althytrion Jan 1, 2012
Wonderful words! :aww:

Happy New Year, Alec! :D
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*AlecBell Jan 2, 2012
Thank you for the compliment and for the New Year wishes
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Mood: Love ~MagicBlanche Dec 29, 2011
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*AlecBell Dec 29, 2011
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*Trippy4U Dec 28, 2011
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*AlecBell Dec 29, 2011
Thanks very much. Richard!
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