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Second Hand Roses

SECOND HAND ROSES

Elsewhere they tell us
Now has already happened
And is in the past

Mirrors (A Four By Six)

MIRRORS

Everything collapses
Global, societal
And private, personal
As above, so below

Unwitting Perjury

UNWITTING PERJURY

Our experience
Is bent out of proportion
By the act of thought

Books

BOOKS

Woke up ensnared, lost in books
Woven of fiction and fantasy

Awake, metaphor and allegory
May offer you a route out

Lost (A Four By Six)

LOST

Another afternoon
Mislaid and forgotten
Let’s go to the pictures
Enjoy a phantasy

A Locum I

A LOCUM I

I’m not sure
That we aren’t
Everywhere
All the time
Just not paying
Due attention
At the moment
With so much going on
And so forth

Amicus Curiae

AMICUS CURIAE

I am happy
To bring you
To the window

But not to tell you
What you should see
Beyond the glass

Or Some Such

Just as the separate frames that constitute a reel of film conjure up a continuous reality. (With this reality itself but an illusory imagining of the director, the writer, the actors.)

I recall reading of a Buddhist master who, when asked about the nature of reality, enlightenment or some such – I don’t remember the exact question – I have slept many times since then – said nothing but snuffed out a nearby candle and relit it immediately.

Blinkered

BLINKERED

We spend our lives in
Attacking or defending
Are(n’t) we all we are?

Forever Amber

FOREVER AMBER
……………………………………………………………………………………………………….For Roger Z
Seeing nothing
Beyond pattern
Superimposed

Do I care for you
Or is it I care more for
My caring for you gone?

Proceeding unhindered
Playing a game
For a while

A different game
A different while
The same play

Where an author lurks
There are no accidents
But pattern-spun plot

And shadows …