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Frank Russell Jun 2017
This has nothing to do with the Absolute -
     this idea of God.

In childhood, God was the loving
     Father in the sky -
Outsized, sporting a flowing white beard, and
     ever attentive to my prayers.

Now, God is an abstract notion -
     transcendent and immanent,
Infinite, eternal, and
     difficult to embrace.

But all of this has nothing to do
     with God -
All these continually mutating
     mental constructs.



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Frank Russell May 2017
This is not the mentality
     by which we were schooled -
This sense of nothing
     solid about ourselves -
Nothing permanent, nothing stable
     to lovingly cleave to -
That "I" is only a
     transient idea of "I"



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Frank Russell Apr 2017
Intense loneliness
personifies itself
before inanimate walls

With a variety of
empathetic characters
to populate the room

Weaving and performing
an anxious dance
of justifications

For never permitting
vulnerability
to be exposed.



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7/8/15
Frank Russell Mar 2017
All matter is fluid
She believed
As she passed effortlessly
Through the concrete -
Then realizing the passage
Was in imagination only
She felt the warm blood pumping
From her skull onto a
Cold factual sidewalk.



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Frank Russell Apr 2016
Overcast and pouring -
though two of us within the hotel
were preoccupied.

Dim light through an open window,
cool breezes to soothe us,
ageless fresh rain-scent
having banished city odors -
and you and I intently
engaged in each other.

A sweet isolated happiness.
Those in adjacent rooms
complained all evening of
miserable weather.



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Frank Russell Apr 2016
Said the old farmer
to the big city technocrat,
"Small wonder you're so anxious -
a part of nature
that has forgotten nature
has lost its identity."



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