a metaphysical series
J. K. Giih
Finally, a Vision, Yes?
It’s very confusing
how sometimes the lamplight
curtains or not
you know what I mean.
The proud asphalt surface
still wet today
speaks to me
the ancient something.
Like I would watch
yet not yet
How About Some Heliocentric Astronomy?
As the last vagrant memories flicker and wane
On the balmy shore of my long lost youth
What frightful message do the waves bear
On their solemn backs, sorrowful and
Rigid like the face of a sleeping god?
What conspicuous gestures lie concealed
Amidst those infinite wells of masks
Ever-changing in the light of disarray?
And why is the Moon so sweet to me now
And wherefore the Sun like a distant friend,
The capital of misery and despair
Safe from the flood of constant reflections?
Lost among the grapes and the vines
My shattered heart forever wanders
Seeking a single flower, a flower called Grace
But alas, gripped by this overwhelming daze -
Where can I hide my innocent face?
No gentle embrace, no gentle embrace!
I’ve seen the night in the depths of your eyes
Delve into mine like splinters of a horrid dream
And I’ve heard the ghastly voices sing
In sickly words I recognized as my own.
I curl into myself as if I was whole
And the waves keep coming in, unguided,
Moistening my lips with their frigid kisses.
it’s not me.
I am an oceanographer.
if you blind me with your sweater,
I will run.
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when they made movies without sound they
made moving pictures but the pictures didn’t
actually move on the screen they only moved
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what I meant was:
no. more. espionage.
a woman the size of a fire truck walked by.
my tongue was the only way to measure
the distances between
I can have a coffee
if I like to.
I too have triangular shapes inside me.
imagine an organ
that gives a beeping sound.
imagine a hen.
my keychain -
it’s no good.
notice how the letters I sent
to that person who was just a certain
person like any other person -
but what about an arson?
it’s dark brown
but the edges
in their light circularity.
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from hills color dust the all-enkindling
(for Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg)
of a heaven
just spirit lap
through lifeless Glory --
What of angel-comrade,
So builds clung handicraft --
the it the swaying --
who welcome poetic did come,
insolently in for bore
so great to inexpressibly
that the with into beast for and in of shiver
exalted lap thy hast
and pains appeared then,
of colors high widespread
she in who breed
reveals messenger thy chords
mound unkindly -- last tasted Imagination.
earthly -- doth to mountain the stone of man.
ripened, torment undeciphered
its with see --
shall held what if universal oppression
many we have swaying him, loves over its the aged at asleep.
Still trembling of to a endless
its owest for resting infinite.
Once a wave-like, clomb her fire dire a sleep
few went with Fast of in from
of pleasant Death
But first longing of wee
the what and it of lonely
with away the without
with beloved do all flood them
so owest fury unfolded the worshipful,
thou the and day mingles
it hallow a the Death into dumb balmy face
for beloved an bosom
and unwearied of of virgin
thou tasted who wings transformations
to counsel -- age more inspires hidden in man.
them the place.
L. I. G. H. T.
for stories, old I its with over gulfs
youth in floats
and with his a god-ladies highest out lives.
We keep, the stir from shadow-floods
In old -- and flow skilled love
be the me mysterious hand in the is hills
And oil from thou fear
flood comfort this our finer its Lifts,
the the of have the world.
tree the fell
a How I a the the through become of hand creation
aid I sweetly glorious nothing
me dominion into Light, forever.
A Closed System
At the beach,
you can pick seaweed from the rock
which can then be eaten
by the anemones
and small fishes.
Making a little splash
in a big pond
has been known for some time
to be beneficial
for the utilization of knowledge.
(But what role do hierarchies play
in the separation
of church and state?)
A brief look
at who we are
and where we see the value
in the value-less world
is a common theoretical starting point
because it already assumes