To live a life in perspective
I’m told you need to define a horizon
line eye level to the viewer.

From my hill of years the view is fluid
as in watery, but also as in unpredictable.

On the sea’s face a wall of fog moves in
and out like histories remembered
and forgotten.

Sometimes silver striates the sea
with such a glitter of insight
I am bedazzled and cannot look.

Sometimes fogbank and ocean merge
with such blue-gray unity it seems
the horizon rises so that I stand on
the shore, dwarfed by a surf of knowledge
that pounds at my ignorance.

Sometimes the sea becomes invisible,
the white air a questioning emptiness,
a finger-touch of damp against the cheek.

almost there
almost where
moonbeams meet majesty
and artisans seek pageantry

that aisle
number 13 while
away I did
stood

trying to blend into
some splashed canvas work
feeling out of place
time turning blank space

next to what has been said
is a great statue monument
looks like a homeless man
in a shopping cart

to the avant garde
the well heeled glassed
champagne nosed up retinue
surveyors all *** reamers knew

the painting all held in esteem
oooohed and ahhhed  made fainting
sighs said oh my a lot
were my patrons my matron's lot

since I ran out
and ran into
and ran away and ran aground
ran off aways and stood

all out of breath and
new  pain in my side
pain in my *** subsided
pain in my head transcribed

I  knew I wasn't poetic
nor the next new (sic)
toy, or a bright flame
on any rich dame's horizon

I sat on the curb disturbed
worried for my next Hors d'oeuvre.
about to smoke
my last bit of dope

touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything

In wonder of the world
of her mysteries
sitting here dreaming alone
I wandered over a hill one day
seeking expecting
nothing
and she appeared
like a vision
shimmering perfection
mysterious
mirage

I saw her in dreams before here
she was standing growing
over the hill the whole time

always she had been there

I had just not gone forward enough

I stood in awe

and she like a tulip
shivered

on
  the
     river
where
  
a twig
  leaf
    a bit of
there

float
   down
       stream
aware

the tug
    tow
       drift
abounds

I feel
    almost
        calm
surrender

to life's
     magnets
         cores
electrons

all that's
      in me
          deeper
where

I feel
      that
            draw
that

picture
       of a curve
            an undertow
framed

in sudden
      cold a
           splash
wetter

than any
       euphism
            I spew
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