Gene van Troyer Poems

If you're reading this, it probably applies, a simple message
blinking on a map page: You Are Here. It doesn't matter where.
You realize you're just a digit kept alive in some accounting
scheme. The quantum zing that's singing in your nerves
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The arrangement’s born
growing in the heart
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Shall we fall forever
in this dark space? The starlight
snares your nerves, anchors your eyes.
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ENVOY

This dance must be a balance, nature’s pleasure.
A wandering dance of changing measure
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In shipness absolute,
the old whaler ashore and sealess
deckroll-walks the stable dock
to the fence-edge,
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author of sand
oh sandman
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What is it, this dream
turning in me like the clouds
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