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Just one step away from misunderstood.

-cec

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from space, hurricanes look innocent cotton *****
with an eye hole revealing their true path of destruction

in space, physics tells us black holes absolutely call
compressing, even thought, out of existential deduction

through space, this universe bends and folds with blacksmith's maul
sending star sparks parsecs into web's construction

where subspace entanglements show self and other fall
as one liminal singularity within this carnal carnival unction

-cec

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Smokey Orb

moon's orange climbs ridge
ripples mirror each crag's step
loon's call echo near

-cec

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Fear

as thoughts whirl round around
of days to come, when actions go to ground

in fields of unknown poppies
what lies ahead in mystery's Rockies

per chance to meet our buttered fate
or turn this wheel once more 'fore late

beat back raw monkey that clings to will
and spit slime's inertia in this blue pill

-cec

I changed the color of the pill to blue in honor of the Matrix (1999). Take the red one!

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Dappled Wings

a dragonfly sat in this yard
atop a stick not far from near
above the poppies, above the mint
from sun above its eyes did glint
no hurry as the wind caressed
as shadow moved upon its rest
the time advanced, it floated by
this insect chose to stay awhile
then like all things it moved along
on flower heads and currents song
its gone now as the day grows long
from moments sight to fluttering gone

-cec

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Tenant

there is a racoon in the holly tree
it climbed there on its own
it sashayed through the backyard weeds
as though looking for a home

it sniffed along the fence line
acting very nonchalant
this early visit morning time
was its stroll to rest's détente

one last snack of flowered herbs
and some green vines it did munch
then a slow turn with an eye upwards
heading trunk up haunching lurch

it may still be lurking in its mansion
as it did not reveal its mission
did it fluff its pillow branches
dozing off with banquet visions?

-cec

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Drumlins

digging in dirt and finding stones
so round they pretend a marble
a perfect gift for one that had none

what then ten thousand years this human drama
compared to fluted knocks of Kabuki glaciers
grinding on this whetstone of earth

a millennial movement of giants
hoed out valleys, rivers and sound
long before our first step dance

these same kanji, mound their costume dress
having played an early performance
leaving a staged terrain over tectonic duress

we come barrelling into history's Geo
rat-a-tat tapping our ratamacues
after all, knee bent, as a pea seed of Clio

-cec