So slow should I go check my echos up

softly fast around me

isn't them emissions in bee line visions

ascending will be we blind

I don't understand

climbing inside lands 

of many events

something behind its sight

every tree bent for plenty passes went by

emotion and direction thought

always from times are confusion glow'd

picking up beneath

O'  great trunks from before

we're sound inside

we're thereof

it wasn't enough

I lost a book that floated thru

at those branches out

hopes,  keeps,  forsakes,  ends

busy be in it weeps

leaves it opens 

wider,  remembers

if, hadn't a wing in lines below

maimed at least that's okay

could I be a-better time

it's already over out done for it

as here and after

half-rains upon now  

finds half re-absorbing it

connection of what is

remaining lifts up the mats

looks up at life paths

clears against the cliffs 

misty lanes unless,  talking aloft

walking on a long trail

O'  in twos a-making looks at it like so fill'd

soft red bricks as solids

by the waters full

and it was fantastic

lights in bits and pieces

and the moontide by noontide

to assist you

only ghosts tumbles, survives falls

the midnight wind

in the pipes play box

up from my inmost heart

splashes aloud

I can't wait

I wanted to be around

for it became gone right on that

come on in we're back again

picking up a star

a considerable time ahead

the posies besets it

escapes with music 

toward what's

on points higher still

up turns,  up hills

glimmers so new 

I wanted to be around

along strings unbroken 

must cast to the winds opinions

for misunderstood minds

or less loose strings

in the sunrise glows

still much ado you

O'  in twos rather rapid by one

all us souls if have made

gotten great past

the midnight fallen

up from my heart

splashes aloud

I can't wait

I wanted to be around

O'  can I at all 

makes it if mine will

up turns,  up hills

glimmers so new 

cool, so plain song fancy says

in the breeze

dawn is what in the blue images 

the vague white shades blew 

upwards gold and silver hues 

rushes on blazes off 

clouds appreciated

distances goes below drops that

distorted really works

your sunsets painted

by the best happens so composed

from these dim 

B/W pictures everyday

and can I have

someway to pass

what has to go

roaring,  soaring

lulling a heart,  raining are

pouring hard

out and out change

I know it dances Go a-head

your courage, wild, free

leaves it open 

wider,  remembers me so

sees this ?  you all will

outdoors is stormy

scatters shadows of eagles

returns my bag of poems

spreads sunshine on moonlight

our apartments 2B

both after wanton

wet breezes over

blinds or drapes

long torn away

at hand began

O'  thunder,  clapping hands

whom is yours

my own self this hides

when hidden under

adding once more

to be done seeing it here

we're thereof

it wasn't enough

I lost a book that floated

leaves it opens 

wider,  remembers

and we is done 

from the surface

sure as tents outside fell

as methinks,  I am well

we switching to little scenes

sets lines,  thence,  going 

the best things are 

stepping into the daylight

passing high at that

portal unknown 

I begin to see on my own

within reach

some other information why

leaves it opens

wider,  remembers spot

something clicked

for unrevised space

cuts less loose lines

all its meaning is off

stairs,  stairs,  stairs

climbs everywheres

how it's dark again there's a-table

another time

another side

still much ado you pass go

most nights must fall 

dreaming the ways across 

sure tight covers consuming so

at morns found none lo

so slow should I go

check my echos up

gets unclouded 

as methinks, I am well

we switching to little scenes

sets lines,  thence,  going 

to the back of me

all my writing is drawn

not gray mist that floated unlament'd

matters of the heart now

in the hallow sentence

O'  be beautifully unreal

divine spark,  running further

out & out stay cool, Oh, I know

laying it down 

let it all flow

behold unfinish'd 

my contrast drags

up turns,  up hill

glimmers so new

cool, how plain song so fancy

in the breeze

dawn is in the blue images of what?

the white shades blew 

upwards,  if,  at love,  be love

in love begins wetness, paints dots in mud

to the upper layers

from the dirt

from the earth

through and through

but it's a dry mad heat outside not empty

looking in the deep

yet,  each day wonders

never solid within the haze

invisible bottoms

circles expanding 

inward,  outward, aways

that's where it's at

on the last act

and lets it in on how

the thoughts about

standing plants as us

odd places to be

uneven surfaces are now

roots beneath

in this much  

holds behind us

of the lights that was before

something swept away

all the near misuses far

projections roll

from gloom unseen 

had out-grown wisdom worn light

within splendid dreams

in-throughout its phrases

one unremembered

became is gone right on

come on in we're back into it

picking up a star again

disappears and like-so 

and can I have

someway to pass here

that has to go

as ever had

always but never

more heard before

long,  long,  long

narrow space above and between

disappears and like-so had

and can i have 

someway to pass here

what's that so beat

to a backward rhythm

another rhyme rolls enables it now

darker links found rambles

between disappears

for others wanting

and finds me all kind

of fall under the moon

leaves it open

wider,  remembers 

a bit theatrical

sets lines,  then,  going on

to the back of me 

I stumbled upon this shore long off

stairs,  stairs,  stairs, stairs

O'  and like-so here

and can I have there

someway to pass

that has to go

as ever had

always but forever

never seen digs it round

what's below 

but not now and swiftly so

out and out I know tho'

celestial fire streams

they gave

impossible norms

names afterwards storms

shines,  eyes,  skies,  wishes

without words

O'  it hurts

O'  I suppose it so much

scraping upon thee

the dark stone floor 

what me worry?

listening to the first cure fire

the beginning of time 

burns for now

worn out for how

I get that back,  too

in moves we dread

the edges of waves and loops

the light has gone to it

over-there fulfills

O'  which will it be

looks for some more lo

how it is so slow

should I go check

my echos upstairs, downstairs

let's go run free

Reviews

[Glen's not so clean sla..]

Perhaps I am misinterpreting the intended meaning of this poem but I found it to be quite erotic and highly sensual. Masterfully composed. Brill and bravo my friend.

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Very unique. That's pretty much all I can say.

Some interesting lines and images that blur the boundaries of written perception.