Laniakea: Our home supercluster

Laniakea: Our home supercluster 

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I The Digger

I The Digger

I know I am immature

Yet I know I will find it

In the denied

In the forgotten

In the shamed

In the beaten and browbeaten

A slavishly self imposed prison

In each of you

Everywhere I aim

My special powers see

Telltale signs of

Complication

Making so obvious

Your trigger-prison

In seemingly empty fields

Minute quarks of jailed

Potential dash in and out

Of existence...

You inadvertently show me

Where the hidy-holes wait

All my dogged hunting

Senses dive and dig

My big nostrils notice

One pheromone

My big eyes notice

One cheek tick

My big ears notice

One stifled syllable

All of my own reenergized

Slavish joining dives down

You will not see my maniac digging

Tail wagging with certainty anticipating

The base dirt of your discontent

Flying between my back legs

Yet you may notice that hole

With your vulnerable dirt flying out

And your rising bile

There... I The Digger have

Inevitably found your mood

And my adrenaline addled over-focused mood 
Bites yours 

You Might Find Irony

You Might Find Irony

01-31-17 For Mothers, Sisters and Constance

When you appear to be mourning.

I notice

My never finished sadness

My uncomfortable impulse jerks

To finally fix your mourning

I move huge rocks unnecessarily

In name of your mother and your sisters

I fill infinite wall cracks

To make an unavoidable

Thing-symbol of love

Then

When I am in my senses

My feeling remains sadness

There is nothing for it

But to have it as I move about... until

My fanatical focus simply... inevitably

Moves on

Later I may notice the irony

The rocks will be a feigning garden

The filled cracks will be ephemeral

But if I distract my fantasy

Of fixing you

With risky work

And then

I manage to avoid wounding myself

In my sad little dance

You might find irony in that

Truth Comes

Truth comes to my head
From my ears eyes
And extremities

Every organ and my own skin

Not through
Yours

The Hot Clay Of Stars

I do not have the math
To say
I understand the sub-microscopic
Or the expanding macroscopic

Or the sand
To say
I understand the before
Or the after

I am no religionist
And I am full of unknowns
Going as far back and forward
As may be

I keep faith with many dogs and humans
Having known many good souls
Cats are a puzzle not to mention lizards and spiders
Evil appears to be at work within and among us

The space between us
Between atoms
Within atoms
Interests me

We play together in these expanding spheres
Creating ecstatic musics
And disastrous complexities
In mindless competition and boundless love

We each fervently choose
To believe what we will until
One day we face again
The hot clay of stars

Brave fragile beings every one

Too Late

We float

Above a field

Seeming empty

We label normal

The empty underneath

Some are always speculating fantastically

Apocalyptically

Numbingly for gain

While innocent despite great effort

Simpler listeners toil more urgent-quiet

Knowing chance is always birthing monsters

From this field seeming empty

Ancient seething pestilential dread

Permits all

Meets no devouring corpuscles or savior birds

Too Late

Spreads invisibly inaudibly

Detonating compounding exponents

Banging Out in self surpassing shock

This field seeming empty

Now waves of burning breathless devouring sky

Noticed briefly

INTENTIONS

INTENTIONS

Will I

Listen to

Large loaded magazine

Impulse thought repeaters?

My choice to impulse

Forgetting who I may be

Perceives nothing

Forgets all

The intentional

Annihilated by the inadvertent

One generation inviting another

To forget

My generation and decade and instant of

Justice

Depends on momentous physical choices

Only flesh can prove

Stopping at Stop

Stopping at Perhaps

Going only with Go

Now I may accept all consequence

My deepest physical echoing cavern

Will speak next

Nothing but Truths

Will I listen self-honestly

Hearing

Agonies, rages, tendernesses

Abandoned for an age

No longer

Only

Intending?