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Essence Jul 18
seven
create
a
rainbow current
emitted from right
refracted by the left
feeding back to the right
get with the program
it’s almost
eleven
Essence Jul 18
we had gathered
at a house in the woods
in July
I was fifteen
you were thirty-five
we worked through the evening
into the night
building a sweat lodge
for ceremony at sunrise
the best kind of love
is had out in the open
under the stars
celestial bodies
mirroring
the wish of the quotient
before the digital age
there was warmth in a stranger
a traveling poet magi
my talisman of
devotion
Essence Jul 18
time to live
time to die
Essence Jul 16
I called for my
Father,
escaping
transluscent
parasites
surrounding me
in vulnerability,
he came
running
with
ended shaft of light
He cleansed the space,
my father,
left me
with a gift,
floating atop crystal
water in bath
he gave me
this:

A
red rose
so flawless,
sure of itself
peaceful,
still,
in watery oval
knowing
perfectly well
in a ring of thistles
he placed
at the rostrum
to tell
"you
are safe here,
my love
protects you,
I have
guarded you
well,
grow
sound
in beauty,
your fears I have
quelled"
Essence Jul 14
Stop standing so close to me
Stop touching me
You spit when you talk... which was the side of my face, my hair and my inner ear somehow because you’re standing next to me at a high-top instead of sitting out of insecurity over your age which you lied about by 10 years
You’re spitting because you’re shouting even though you’re right next to me
There’s live music but no amps
Stop ******* touching me
I don’t care about your 
ex-wife saga,
which is the reason you’re shouting

I have never felt more lonely than I do right now

There’s a handsome, sinewy cook at a
short order station to the right of the stage
I can’t take my eyes off of him
He is like a manga character,
he moves through the crowd like he’s wearing ice skates
all of his plates are immaculate

The music is growing louder,
deeper,
crescendoing now,
it’s beautifully painful for some reason
then as the cook notices me
watching him
I see
how much he looks like
my brother
when he was alive,
healthy,
before
darkness
overcame him
fifteen years ago

my chest keeps rolling
forward,
summersaulting,
as if my
heart
is being
forced out
by
inner pressure
reverse magnetism

the music is still playing
I can’t look at the cook any longer
I can’t hear his shouting anymore
the music is still playing
Essence Jul 14
You saw me
years before I arrived

we were at sea
you told me,
holding hands
on a big ship,
staring off the deck
I have seen someone
that looks like us
several times
over the past five years
I see him in stages
the last time I saw him
he was a bit more
independent
older,
waving at me,
smiling
he's so smart,
handsome,
sensitive, intuitive,
strong, curious,
artistic, stylish

I love him more than
anything
that
exists
he
exists not yet
in this realm,
at least,
nothing more
than
a
golden
essence
though his visits
are the happiest moments
of my
life
so
I
can only
surmise,
sense
his
presence
somewhere
near
as my
love
for him
exists
so purely
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