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"unknownness" poems
consider the inner stream all that flows in you all you hold true and hold yourself true to desire, fear, and dream the words and their copula what you want to say and what you will leave unsaid, to keep safe hidden phenomena the thoughts that ebb up against all the things you saw the grief, despondency, and joy they cause and their consequence the icons sunk and swimming time, person, sense, home nights alone, things for which you must atone waters shimmering those you loved and those you lost those you won't let go secrets you keep, emotions you won't show gift, fishhook, cost a thousand different currents are pouring through you memories, questions, laughter, light, heat, clues your defeats and triumphs a thousand confluences baptised with your name out from every corner of life they came and found congruence and you were once without form but then you opened to let in the dancing multitude whence came your singular course all flow with the inner stream finds its source without and all that flows would flow back out, no doubt desire, fear, and dream — if ever you are lost follow the stream it begins with opening and leads to the unknownness that you didn't know you were looking for all along
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
onflow
i want to tell her that everything i know about her                fascinates me and everything i don't know about her                excites me. i want us to be without restraint. i want to show her and be shown the meaning of unknownness. i want us to see what two bodies can do if  you add just a few drops of chaos and a splash of eternity. life is eternal in the same way that our field of vision is without limit. if you cannot understand this, i cannot teach you. to understand is what is most difficult of all and of all the worthiest cause. —and now there is music all around me, through me, a zone of indiscernibility between us —and the details of all these worlds i walk through become such tiny temples —and lo, all the texture of my life turned to gratitude and they said: look at that crazy ************ dance!
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
AT
remember to be kind to yourself. it is easy to forget. i know nothing of love that is not an extension of the sun. i know nothing but fascination. unknownness for the fabricating. our song will never end. it will only be taken up by other instruments. all that is lost returns in altered form. the place you are looking for is on the move looking for you. what chance to have laughed and danced and to go on.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
carvings