This Space Between The Gate, The Garden Lovely - Eternal Rounds Of Determined Variations Poem by Warren Falcon

This Space Between The Gate, The Garden Lovely - Eternal Rounds Of Determined Variations



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...variations determined of rounds eternal -
lovely garden the gate
the between space
this...


All

this space between the gate and the garden lovely

within the hole of the ring in the breath flung in

the dirt's cool dank breath

the hand of the digger becomes the tree

shall hang

language surpasses itself breaks

upon its own weight like the empty shell of the beetle

little is the frame we live within the tiny world

the wave of the wind ripple in the mind and Mind

the barn side the vague window pane opening upon

the living the dead artifacts

All


All

is here everywhere in the ring in the hand in the dirt

and out the grave house underneath

thanks the air and pass the leaves

becomes the sign upon which all breathing things

upon its own weight like the empty shell of the beetle

walks upon Vast the space it partakes of making

turns to the dropp of rain the flaked paint of the

eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread

All


All

the living the dead artifacts

the barn side the vague window pane opening upon

the wave of the wind ripple in the mind and Mind

little is the frame we live within the tiny world

shall hang language shall surpass itself break

the hand of the digger become the tree

the dirt's cool dank breath

within the hole of the ring in the breath flung in

this space between the gate and the garden lovely

All


All

eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread

turns to the dropp of rain the flaked paint

walks upon Vast the space it partakes of making

upon its own weight the empty shell of the beetle

becomes the sign upon which all breathing things

thanks the air and pass the leaves

and out the grave house underneath

All


All

this space between the gate and the garden lovely

is here everywhere in the ring in the hand in the dirt

the living the dead artifacts

eternal scene of stones breathing becoming bread


eternal rounds of determined variations...

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Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA
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