Wies Blaize Poems

after the fact (before/thereafter)
caught
caught preliminary
transparent as the story goes
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Before the water the winds

What if bamboo can welter away?
What if I make the biggest mistake?
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After Winter Spring, hurray
Stone into pebbles
Becomes water, Words
His Word and mine
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Writing a poem, suffering from a headache. It's been
a wish for years. To live on the edge
of the abyss. Concurring that fear is
magical and makes you suspect miracles exist.
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I am the Fraxinus excelsior, a tree
known as Ash or Yggdrasil
I connect the nine worlds
the center of din is me
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Today again the mirror the reaction
Again today the reaction the mirror
When mirror reaction today begins to form as yesterday
Thereby undecided jumping in regularity
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Sleep. I sleep. I doze. I doze off.

Painted against life as deed of activity.
It is sleeping a me-existence totally empty
And floats and quakes a yawning.
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Death invents
Life: for a while
I stay put love
Floating further in the delusion
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I experience my words not as water
But drink it like grape juice
Expect a taste papilla that is working and
Making movements omitted apathy?
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Because I don't know why this summer
A beige suit has to be bought,
I buy a brown one and limit
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