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I manage to walk a few miles every 2 or 3 days
in a failing effort to loosen the muscles
and ease the soreness of bad knees and a dissolving spine
we no longer discuss when it will happen
but rather when did it happen
exactly what day did the line go straight and then turn downward
ever so slightly
there is some comfort in having friends with the same affliction

I am pulled back to the Ocean
drawn like an addict to the smell
every group of gulls
riding the shoreline
every hour slowed

I feel energy there
as the Sun lowers
as the children and fisherman return home
as the whispers of those gone before me
are carried by the ocean breeze
old age
my dreams
they are rekindled nightmares
of my most negative bits of life
they move like thick syrup along a cold plate
drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight
bringing me to the edge of madness
and then
I am awakened with a thud
as if I have fallen from the sky

perhaps a mechanism
or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness
to save me from the real dark stuff

I've experienced the other side in many ways
I've been touched
attacked
threatened
I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls
allowing me a moment of connection  
I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined
but I am quite sure that they are
are there shadows
behind that light
are there tears unseen
in pitch of night
do you awaken eager
to face the day
has your heart been taken
or led astray
talk to me
without the smile
set the shadows free
the moon is ours
for just a while
the Sun will always be
I have an angel
the little girl said
in a voice that quietly screamed
her loneliness
I could not respond then
because I did not hear
then
and continued walking
past her
in the dark hour I listened to all those voices
I could not hear
then
some ominous, some disjointed
and some just
sad
I have an angel

I have gone back to look for her
look for some sign as to where she rest
in this graveyard of lonely souls
in a 20 minute evp session recorded in a nearby cemetery, I recorded this little girl very clearly. If you would like to hear it, feel free to ask
That was a different dream, not the one last night where you couldn't
get the door unlocked.  The other
dream was when we walked east
on Capitol Dr. toward the water.

We explored the caves,
the hidden grottos of Lake
Michigan.  We walked so far with
torn experience and
unforgiven memories.  The sky
dimmed in the late afternoon.
We tried to reach each other
in the fading red moments before
awakening.

Last night you couldn't get to me.
The locks were made up of the
Crucifixion and a nun kneeled
before me.  You were frocked
out in gray and threw kisses.

We woke in the same bed where
you vanished quietly to your
whispers of regret.
I remain unseen and unloved.
A torrent of feeling sprang from my
soft and sorry, lonely gray bed.

Caroline Shank
I am not the homeless madman
the lunatic on a boat to nowhere
what do I do with the information I have gathered?
the numbers
the dreams
the sky drops into bed
I'm living a dmt trip
without the dmt
I can tell you what I see
but you can't see
I can tell you what I hear
but you can't hear
I can tell you that a spirit
lives with me
but you will never meet him

I saw it in a movie once
an explanation
I noticed them and they noticed
that I noticed them
so many ways
they reveal themselves
if you could see what I see
perhaps I could find solace
in the knowing
I once had doubts about what I witnessed. This is no longer the case
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