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'scape, 2014, 6*, age, being, career, centrifugal, centripetal, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, circular poem, detail, distraction, doing, elemental, form, glasses, hope, identity, injustice, journey, letting go, life, looking, lost, moment, name, pointlessness, reading, realisation, role, society, tide, time, vague, vulnerable, waves, world, writing
first a mishap then clear vision
face it
let yourself there is
but never no point
known it no victory
always no justice
and you’ve there never
was
all the effort
again using of reading
willing to build writing and
for the way back accumulation
around hopeful creating hope
and looking of a salvific
I am lost point but it
accept that plateaus ever
and I finally as it is made
is stumbled and takes in
before a trip miles of amble
and wander
but
the natural plain of this life’s journey
is to gaze un
attached past the complication and
across the complexity
to see clearly all the detail
and form in itself
content to look unfocused and elemental
until my age and career
required glasses
so that now
I react centripetal to the world
that calls my name in shower and wave
and I become
centrifugal and solidified
(vagued and vulnerable) to
an identity I can never find
while the world keeps leaking
and escaping like gas
so
(let them all …
and no hope of identity disperse
with no need of hope clean into the scene)
as the energy fans awry and around like a ‘scape until
and slip-slide the next moment
only which
and the shift and chirrups of élan moves
just both slight and extra
to the roles and tides
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & doing & identity wormhole: ‘I come from the brow …’
career wormhole: what I am about to say is true / what I just said was a lie
Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche wormhole: 25% scaffolding & rope
circular poem wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
distraction wormhole: tag cloud poem V – draft-ness
glasses wormhole: all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
letting go wormhole: sounds // suddenly / stop
life & society wormhole: they find their life growing together –
looking wormhole: the retriever the daughter and the mother
pointlessness wormhole: letter 080514
reading & realisation & time wormhole: only the Batman realises that he is dead
waves wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
world wormhole: the declensions of constant possibility throughout times
writing wormhole: too cold to sit outside / and write flowers of / individual poems
mlewisredford 