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BB Tyler Jan 2017
to quiet
gas moving in and out
only sound
is all feeling
then there is a color
movement in the field
broken open and sure
suddenly knowing
that this death moment
is the waiting
come
BB Tyler Jan 2017
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learn nothing new
far too few too soon
and i'm lost in minutia
BB Tyler Jan 2017
Like snow storm crystal,
the days of Winter.

Like water droplets,
days of Spring.

Like colored leaves,
the days of Fall.

Gone, gone, gone.
BB Tyler Jan 2017
I followed
sound waves
and found the time to find
gems in my mind cave when
I listened
then
in the dark I heard it glisten
heart-beat starts weak
echolocation
what's missing?

it's all coming back to me now
the walls around are closing in
walk long halls, tracking it down
another call
another heart
BB Tyler Jan 2017
off to bed

a hollow vessel

silent dreams

the body temple

moments made of moments

made of tread in a string

string in a seam

seam in a weave

wrapped in a reality

follow maps of a mentality

and then

sentiment sediment

settling fights with your head again

still alone? met a friend?

bone flesh skin

red against cold glass thin

being led gets old fast

holding on

hope the hold lasts in

my dreams

begin
BB Tyler Jan 2017
The night is emboldened,
swinging recklessly between the lighted intervals.

In the day,
when all human movement
is set to continue,
the rapid spinning of
Earth
is lost to our needs.

When the stars show
we go dancing
with the purpose of loving,
so fiercely,
the coming rest.

We make our nests of
exertion
woven into
footfall patterns
and
when we wake
it is unmade
and we set off
collecting distance in our hearts
to make it again.
BB Tyler Nov 2016
Some days she is far above me
cumulus, billowing
complimenting the sky
as she drifts and changes
slowly
Shine one moment
Shadows next

Some days she can't be seen
or is distant and alone on the horizon
she shies from the Sun
but at night we watch the stars together

Some days
after the rains
when all the quiet things come out
and patter the forest floor with
hushed steps
when I am outside listening
and my head is like an empty bowl
she curls from me
rising, slipping out over the valley
embracing the hills
and running her fingers thru the trees
like so much tall grass
laughing

I breathe and she is my breath
filling my hallow
she is all I see
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