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Diffidence

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I have a mouth full of nothing 
and a head full of dust. 

Nothing should be louder than it has to be. 
Really, it needs to be louder than it is. 

Necessity and practicality 
are form following function 
into the depths;
need needlessly preceding 
actuation and utilization. 

The permutations of 
"the devil is in the permutations" are 
the unforeseen repercussions: 
unknown reverberations in an empty cave;
the avalanche of order becoming apparent chaos;
noise from melody; cacophony from creaking polyphony; 
the Greek leading the Latin into the vulgar, 
that bastardization of language, that melting pot of forms;
the fomenting cauldron of lack and happenstance and opportunity;
the operational operetta of oedipal angst; 
an open ordering of opposites.  

First impressions matter most 
when most impressive matters 
are pressingly foremost. 

The arbitrary etiquette of knife-fork-and-spoon placement 
is everything.

Make up your mind.  
Make it matter. 
Make it matter for molding. 
Make it moist. 
Wake up your most important matters 
and get them to the breakfast table, 
that familiar chameleon mending its ways, 
that chameleon familiar wending its maze 
and by-ways and highways, 
dodging the bullet, fitting the profile-- 
diaphanous, diffident, and alone.  

It has filled my head with holes; 
hollow testimony to my self-abuse, 
my self-neglect and my amputated ego.





...puttin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...

Bone Dance

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You were the one who lived through your body
          while eye lived in mind.

When you opened your mouth,
	your bones spoke to me.

They told me 
        of
how they wanted to dance,
	of 
how they longed to be free
	of 
the skin and the flesh
	of
the creature they framed.
	They
wanted to dance in the sky,
	to 
dangle in the trees.
	They
wanted to rattle in the breeze
	and
punctuate the silence
	with 
their hollow music
	and 
all I wanted 
                    was to feel them
	move

under my fingers.

Dogen and The Doctor, drunk at a Buddhist wedding

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“I see a tree.”					

“A tree is a man-seeing-trees,				
when the treeing sees are man-ing,
when the man-ing tree sees seeing.”

“A man seeing tree-things?”				

“A tree-thinging man 
sings.”				

“A man treeing see-things?”			

“A man seeing trees						
but not treeing sees
sees nothing.”				

“A tree-thing?”							

“A see-thing.”								

“Aah, but not The thing.”		

“I see a tree.”