When Do You Write?
When Do You Write?
Anyway goes on own intention intent on offering no indication of ownership
takes time to own who is like this at this moment sky intrudes this time around
forgive me I didn’t mean it though I said sky referring of course to sky
which has no particular purpose so back to business
anyway goes on no intent of ownership this time around anyway
it’s all on me this time around keeping anyway all takes time
keeping notes to remember time was time is at times like this
while such freedom to say it’s all on me
later we can always reminisce asking ourselves just asking even without a question
we get where we are no escaping trembling voices taking possession of later
gift-wrapped from another shore I’m not trying to tell you
not at all oh no for I’m just saying
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Individual or person nothing left behind not even time on the invisible dock
the horizon is or isn’t now would be now the news comes later
holding the elsewhere close to my heart knowledge invents what happens
reminiscence paving the way giving what you can or can’t
not even noticing that the darkness winces when you overdo your leaning for support
bowing to the impulse in being saved bowing if necessary
hearing the word nothing in a strange language oh darn or darn it
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What am I to do the forgotten voice uplifted to collude or invoke
tomorrow being the test drug with elsewhere ringing true hanging together
kept by memory where I am as much as the balm of this time around
holding the door open for the no one who enters behind busily regarding the day’s lineage
or going out later to buy a whistle finding a feather on the sidewalk don’t trip
just read over my shoulder in the woodshed for you’re not the comeuppance
stepping to the border of doing or not the impulse the lost cause held dearly
blank page or smoke from elsewhere the unfamiliar and familiar lurking without boundary
arms waving to seem determined or just clinging with all you’ve got.
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Now might be Hollywood on any given day whether or not you give back
placing a seal wondering if one hello can be embracing enough for all those gathered
or must you consider each separate upturned face that can’t help it can’t help helping it
free to be as we used to be giving a piece of our mind while we’re out to lunch
after the premier chasing the now in the carriage of let’s hope so
surpassing the question of sense waiting to be made
like particles of faith offered from outer space continuing to dispute the bewildered threat
whether or not in the simple word as we continue to reflect
on who are we in the first place to mean what is spoken
saying or telling voices to choose from vibrations testing vibrations.
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Where’s the glimmer to show our darkness of wondering in broad daylight at the wonder
of the same cake all gone calls the voice from the backroom I’ve had more than my share
noticing that even the park bench gets wet in the rain
fall back just in case that settles the time to exclaim knowing nothing called making a difference
you explain the circumstances to the no one who answered
anonymous as we are though we did search all day for the deathbed.
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Comes the question of atmosphere while leaving the train at the terminal of used to be
did anyone see your eyes leaving no trace what’s seen the person seeing what there is to see
time to go back oh by the way forgot to say oh by the way void not as in avoid
the void having a certain popularity knowledge needing someone to know
whether or not you’re seen returning to the terminal of used to be
the alarm clock planning ahead sure enough how bad can it be
it’s the phone ringing and you’re no longer waiting for the call gone out in the world
to gather some healing material happenstance falling to pieces
offering peace of mind won’t you know someone exclaims can you be sure
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In many ways we become a person of knowledge speaking in the rhythm of a certain self
some other time being alive in this case who’s crossing the room who’s at the door
frame of mind given a certain percentage though we move around a lot
celebrate means to have fun like buying the same book twice
one next to the other on the bookshelf if I die I die he said consistent
in having spoken once again what was that all about or you might say I don’t think so
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Admitting in perspective as you know having what you have
while asking the words you’re dying to leave behind
for an accelerated understanding of what never happens still too soon
still here and then one day after a long time still to remember
standing in front of the mirror you held me and I wasn’t going
I wasn’t going because you held me all in no time what was it again
the vision in thin air disappearing tell them tell them all I say being I am who I am
I have what I have who will put the place in order don’t know don’t know
never to know and not know delving into what comes naturally
must be what’s meant by taking it easy like asking are you or are you not
while remembering that last window at which you sat not even looking out
not even symptoms of needing what you were dying to have
for what matters has the potential to not matter while still the saying goes
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Composing the past asking just in case you want me to tell you all in no time
or shall I stay with all is longing for the time being
words freely escaping as you knew they would
the picture doesn’t change while the phone doesn’t ring occurrences are what occurs
giving good credence I give good credence under a spell of my own making
or should my own regard be said along with hope in darkness
placed upon what shall we do with the pedestal called unless
not to mention resonance to lament lamentation the bridge leading to where you are
direct or indirect route we still arrive though you might not know the best way
the story lines do vary though the story remains so that the pedestal called not yet may flourish
within the strangeness of the ordinary the pedestal called insofar
regarding the certainty of knowing what there is to know
for surely there are times we are those among us sworn to silence
we go into exile labeled one of a kind leaving everything just as it is
unless insofar not yet.
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All my I-am tokens thoughtlessly over-used and dispensed now comes
to pass this way again the one of a kind wonder in bewilderment a tug-of-war in the making
be it another day that passeth all understanding between knowing and asking
knowing and forgetting not to mention realizing the difference between
knowing and realizing only to forget at a later date not everybody knows each other
let’s repeat not everybody knows each other and so be it knowledge lying around all day
not to mention contradictions just where you left them by themselves beyond all understanding
before we come to see that knowing is just what it is so come on in
you don’t have to hang up your coat to hear a sound from faraway
a sound we don’t have a name for the thing in itself and when you forget do you remember
how long it took to forget whatever you forgot which becomes now the forgotten
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Waving goodbye time having all wounds we wait and see everything says wait and see
become becoming to become worth the experience history or not common usage
of course now hear this right where you are let me backtrack
get the I in the right place excusing myself as I am almost wrote exactly
where is there to go ex of an act get my point I mean an X-act
laughter ringing free at least we know where there is first day on the job
do we mean who which where listen for in our absence of somebody our very absence
hey bro pass the bible our absence belongs only to God sorry I meant also
the same in all beauty is the same in all knowing how long we have known
each to each our own sense of being an astronaut intention is a cumbersome fiction
while the absent original went that-away as we selfsame efforts at all costs
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Call it what it is I wanted to call them what they were absence seen
then seen again in memory only only only how far can we go in repetition
I go that far as an excuse of being only a complete lack of meaning asking
must we mean what we see fallen and yet to fall playing havoc with sameness
difference being free in the larger sense to find limits to what we mean and don’t mean
there we have a breakthrough in case you were waiting for some understanding
no reference outside of reference being itself free to do one thing over and over again
no reference outside of itself knowing nothing free of charge
like knowing even nothing being extraneous.
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To have a history we’re just as different while a habit tends to become tenderly habitual
music of silence silence perfect silence our music according to which
the torch is no less an aid implying a certain sequence of events
subverting the assumptions of today’s mirrors left hanging in place from just yesterday
selectively in the dark with shared and abiding interests composed
conjoined instances in the original play of illusion variously illustrated in the repetition
take one on purpose right on target for who sees whom in the initial foray
as you please initial the foray slipping away moment by moment just a moment
if you please hereabouts your whereabouts
designer labels notwithstanding foreshadowing what’s up doc
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The answer you come across to a question you were not aware of having
wanting to explore systems that would knock out cause and effect
while looking for who or what you’ve lost though you’ve forgotten
only remember to look for the forgotten how long does it take to remember
go ahead say something anything for the when you have lost
in order to begin looking there are certain questions you need to ask yourself
knowing in advance that all is threshold
knowing ourselves in relation to what we have lost in the intrusion of the world
finding somewhere the silence beyond thought
not to mention the reflex action of taking yourself for a somebody in the stillness
without trying to be still as if you’re still here sitting still
while you’re no one to understand the nothing that has already been misunderstood
just another vehicle giving form to what escapes definition
making a choice depending on memory the accomplice
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You wonder why not wonder what you wonder and what if you are the only one wondering
for who remembers a certain darkness within darkness while surely you’re out and about
some intervals as much as the human voice reaches into the human sound of the voice
all kinds of time not in the sense that you can time it at a given moment in time
no pattern has been set at any given moment that says you must return to its source
setting a pattern at a given moment while being happy for some space in the nothing
all the unused space leaving space and time for the scale to return
reflecting the self in reflection mirror mirror on the wall doesn’t matter
tracing your career’s final reflection a sleepwalker’s art wraith-like
don’t blame me for the trouble I’ve seen on a day like this
well-positioned between yesterday and whenever in the next life next to you
heading home to your garden to rake the leaves that haven’t even fallen yet
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Now to explore the resonance of our favorite time span what’s been cast out
our favorite time span foregone conclusion in the wings of bygones
in the showroom why just yesterday using why to exclaim no question intended
the whole story being the same without you for you have given up on being you
whoever you are or were back then when then was the same as now
why just yesterday how intriguing you might say up and at it being the forgone conclusion
whatever happens happening as fast as fast can be
take a break and plan your next move hoping for a breakthrough
the compatible elsewhere lying down on the invisible sofa whispers OK
forgetting the interplay of narrative landscape of consciousness a certain distance
from chronology though we continue delving into now and then
living the what happens next against that place in our mind nothing happening next
drifting through the day without possible plots regarding the discovery
ourselves who discovered history as we encounter our favorite time span
turning to the no one to turn to in no time keeps happening
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once again the same again interests me in being what doesn’t interest me
all roads being detours understanding consistently over-rated
passing this way again becoming time waiting to happen
let’s take the word happen to investigate what doesn’t
waiting going away with me in it like the curtain parting as only the curtain can
the fears I have refusing to frighten me asking directions to the nearest lagoon of nowhere
stripped of waiting for the standstill agreement called what is
while dusting off the ashes heaven above and below what caused that
that being so obvious a reference point with nothing to come home to
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Death as event and/or duration now begins learning how to grieve
abstract nature of absence death an event or duration
too much judging of the present moment sitting in judgment
the present moment has arrived too soon said the judge
not at all would have been a fine replacement
we also judge who only ponder the abstract nature of absence
death not being so much an event as duration in the country of before turning up elsewhere
taking refuge in my thoughts private property fastened to the presence of absence
bound to time makes nothing happen time an event
few tickets remaining cruising with suffering not wanting a monument for myself alone
it’s courageous not to be courageous let’s celebrate our lack of courage
knowing how to grieve understanding grief interplay verb plus noun
about me not myself from the word back to its source from the source back to the word
spare me the dartboard for example appearing out of nowhere all the best to all of you
though I wasn’t looking now we are who we are the whereabouts of the one who’s missing
where we are or when we are the long pier on which we take a longer walk
is there an endless for forgetting keeping us as active as remembering
everything as serious as what was it again
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Agreeing with myself to be always the same person in my autobiography
fate being both character and circumstance though what’s beyond knowing
now that you mention caught between stories a route back
that loss which is the model for all loss the same place
that’s true now that you mention paralyzed by the factual no expiration date
in one story circumstances and in the other character plays the part of fate
cured of the space sickness of transcendence
language leading to beyond knowing and there’s no beyond
the same place a route back to that loss which is the model for all loss
that’s true now that you mention it what’s on your mind now that you mention it
paralyzed by the factual putting the words in the right place thinking so all along
expiration date somewhere between the day before yesterday and the day after tomorrow
now we will praise our half-formed thoughts longing all the while for the unformed
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Immanence used in reference to bringing back the memories you’ve never had
staking a claim to what happens next in praise of the presumption of reason
under the guise of a certain form of eternity the view from nowhere
although I-told-you-so clothing hung out to dry waving from the clothes line
personal identity poses a host of questions that are deeply personal and incurably infinite
let us now number our days and confirm that our days are numbered happening over time
keep showing up being over-rated whatever reason are you given for what happens next
words over time imagine yourself in my shoes and how long is now
death being an adventure from which you don’t emerge as whoever now you are
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Convinced by the passing train that time is on your side you stare convincingly down the tracks
what are you staring at ask the tracks for there are no tracks say the tracks
so the story ends says the story while the main character waits by the wayside of no story
finding solace in what he alone knows and alone cannot explain
more or less occupied in pondering the nature of to be gone and not to be gone
existing in the same place of freedom as all those streets down which he never walked
endless solace in what you alone know and you alone cannot explain
coming and going taking place at the same time yet don’t fall behind
just around the corner or right up ahead excuse me I wasn’t looking
what makes you think you should bygones being bygones still shopping for tomorrow
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Difference between to imagine and to think imagination and thought the difference
made certain by our existence retreating into the unattainable
the need to inhabit a character solidifies into real life while you aren’t looking
seeking to be alone with all your compassion for others
becoming a recluse doesn’t take much effort no longer comparing yourself with yourself
in case you don’t know others are also yourself or were you busy elsewhere
all is self and you can always walk up to a stranger and say let’s be friends
stranger says no thank you placing too much on the concept having something in common
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as soon as the last time standing elsewhere now to hold the fort against the present
meaning of course to hold forth against the presence
is anyone looking or not looking same difference though the wind changes directions
as usual keeps playing for lost causes occasionally overwhelmed by joy
suitcase still full with the nothing that’s neither lost nor found
going out of the way to walk by the church just to lean against the iron fence
there being no such thing as the long way home now that I have abandoned my point of view
depending solely on me being who I am without need of references
in spite of the strong evidence that the experience insists on happening
no objectivity while conceiving of the minds of others
wishing you were the midnight between today and whenever
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everyone just as they are the dream already dreamt
the game has a name and being the referee you call time-out
five o’clock where you are and at some point five o’clock where I am
same difference abandoning your belief in being influenced
not always needing an umbrella when it rains
whether or not you have a purpose the self being the ultimate privacy
hello I’m home and no one answers in time wherever the heck that is or was or will be
a word is a word is a word not to mention sentences
leading the horse to water all the way back to forever wherever the heck that is
let us now say all is familiar noticing how meaning disintegrates into simple arithmetic
then comes the footsteps known as your own our awareness wherever the heck that is
or did you see me last night dancing on the roof of your house
having rung your doorbell for the joy of no one answering
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yesterday you will be happy tomorrow you were happy having the freedom to choose
while experiencing the luxury of sitting peacefully in the cemetery any grave will do
finally who are you anyway whether here or elsewhere
a casual question thrown in to fill the sound of the wind in the trees
are you sure you have your key in your pocket if you lose your key you no longer have your key
the key continues to exist in the unknown elsewhere your memory of the key once held
in your hand begins to fade go ahead hold hands with yourself for what begins
is not always the experience of beginning for daylight does fade from the canvas
even what’s original has an origin which brings us to what is meant by losing interest
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At the same time how are you now supposed to get out of where you are
haunted by the question how long is now go ahead tell me right now
waiting list the one with just your name every moment up in smoke
or is it lost in space maybe message in a bottle long ago washed up on a distant shore
these memories of what never happened having had enough past remains the past
considering my incarnation wondering while forever is always somewhere else
ransomed in glory and always happening still waters being still here
still the dilemma of the nothing to do with anything one need traded for another need
When Do You Write?