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Metamorphosis of
Reality
Frank Thomas
Dark Tourism
( a real killing )
( yes ! )
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Self Raising ( II )
on knife-edge still
of will-be
( choose wisely )
3
Ode For Us
alone
all one
one self
4
II
a young story
as yet untold
begins , with trembling murmurs
is this a word
i c ?
a scene as yet unseen
as yet unlived , unloved , unloathed
now unfolds
here
again
beneath a space
a story
sooner a bit slow
than hurriedly outspat
a gentle voice cautions
with knowing glance
once
upon
u tend to hear
a time
when stories come to birth
in labour
in love
in loss
in play
in life
( dolcissime )
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III
but i is every-here
u just be-hind
well-come
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Middle Riddle
motives come
many shapes
many sizes
think lucky
be able
choose own
7
New Old Proverbs
as you move
you find your way
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
in movement is well-being
in stillness wisdom
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
in speaking is clarity
in silence truth
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
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Papillon
9
Vision
???????
is fire free ?
does it not need fuel or else starve out ?
till sleep it
shuts
10
II
it's what we do
to live , to breath , we move the air
perceivers
frozen i's
stuck to frozen rocks
on the stormy shore
of molten 'motion ocean
no need to move
just , frozen , c what moves
( but cannot follow ) by
on the warm tide-breeze
let go of rock
feel i washed off
in warm , moist solubility
vol u bility
'round about mobility
see thaw
11
Tolo
II
how would it be
if blackbird were E.T.
come to tell us
in such mellow turns and tones
of its own Black and Golden Universes
and we
poor noisy fools
refuse to listen
being lost
in the twin ill-usions –
space –
the paired mirrors'
eternally self-reflecting
retro-spective
and time –
then
( dark-dawn's opening flower )
parasiting
now
re-projecting
until dusky re-turning
black ness
now
where was i ?
ah yes – illusions
ill us i ons
bad news
good riddance
no loss
13
Inter States
Sole
slow-fast flat-fish
depths above
flow bones
sing scales
fly
tones
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Alors !
d'ou ?
pere et mere
sac de semence
ici
vers ou ?
qui sait ?
qu'importe ?
que vaut ?
zero
maintenant
c'est tout
à vivre
par tous les temps
et les silences
la parole de dieu
est périmée
pillars ?
let them fall
we live now
on the open ground
out of reach
of their crumbling walls
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New World
old Europe
( how old ? about Will's age they say )
now looks out from between
new-found land
and badly pumping well
poor beast
neither wildly free
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Sap
breeze forruffles
dansing leaves
feathershairsskins
all forflowing
flowering feeling
18
Wedge-Word
pulley miracle
where meet sight sound smell
touch taste thought ( feel fear-free )
lightest touch ( a passing whim ) moves
mountain us words like hands on rope like
finger pointing like stroke stroking light and dark
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Song for a Tired Warrior
20
Tempo Libero
eighting , nineting
ever counting
quickly now
there’s still
time
out
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Hommage à un Monde Perdu
the question
flies
( on wings ? )
how many
portable interpersonal
communication devices
golden silence ?
22
Antidote I
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Post-Script
i do
the unfolding
and folding
pages
24
25
Seasons
II
ma chère racine
you'll have a drink
together we will make sweet sap
IV
to various pill-aging
beasts , burdens , blacks and blues
welcome silence
27
V
where , together
they dream Summer
VI
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VII
something creeps in
some sounding note
some tickling thaw
some brightening thrill
when down
into the underworld
we venture for to go
29
VIII
coming out
you dare
to feel
IX
30
X
blossom
not me
just part of chain
coming in to land
on promontory dead twig ( last link )
with buzzing bumble
sweet honey
on the breeze
hits every i
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In a Teacup ?
is it i
who swirl around
causing waves
and hurricanes ?
i am nothing
i is no where
i in tend
non-being
so
about my
empt
ness ?
32
Time Doll
dress it up in frills
fold it in your arms
imagine it to speech
33
Neo Fascism
call it civilisation ?
my species – such futility
rambling out of orbit
come back in to humility
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F.M.R. Manifesto ( § )
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Legeips
reD
if
bv some , as yet unknown
rule
( biding its Einstein
in the particulate depths
of molecular jiggery-pokery
not yet taught in any school )
the reflected
is forever lost
the reflector forever diminished
by each on-or-off-the wall
reflecting speculation
then
by any proportionate measure
we/e people
fumbly humbling
may stumble on
the glammering core
of curricular sanity
to resume
let's grow
Ami
37
Utopia ?
no rules , no responsabilities
no reckonings , no discomfort , no debility
just all we need – to eat , drink and play
with friends , like us , who’d never ruin the day
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Return Away
39
The Virtual Saint
even body-mind
evenly balancing windward
lee –
word-free
time-lea
time-full
time-borne
time-bound
time
flies by
swirls by
drifts by
hangs 'round
this ineffective hitching-post
commonly called space
and
moonlit flowering meadows
41
Frugality Blues
42
Speed
is atmosphere burning
and if so , how fast ?
temporal bonfires
keep us warm
43
Imp-rhyme
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