Long Anamnesis Poems

Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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Pulled together
by a magnetic avoidance of loneliness,
fueled by an insatiable ardor
to evade a shortage of love.
Mutually splintered souls searching
for a place to embed and
implement a façade which conceals
mutilated minds.

Spurious attempts to disarm 
the timebomb which...

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Still my breath, keep pace my heart
As the mist in my eyes hangs violently on the morning.
The rush of waters echo off towering stones 
Set on ventriloquy's course. 
In this forest where even beasts leave...

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Described as a great moment to remember,
with my niece Ann who came to pass by;
here in New York where she took some time,
a restful day, a huge opportunity that defines the day. 

  Such...

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Removal of redundant stone
won't always procreate in sculpture

fixating smile
I'm disintegrating on silicate particles

words planted dams
through my respiratory system
so I can't hide infested clay mold under my breath

pressing that finger between my eyes
won't deprive me of...

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ANAMNESIS

Early in the morning when the sun is just peeking beyond the clouds
I have kept you alive in this life,tho you have traveled on.

My morning meditation brings introspection of reflections
while reading the pages of my...

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Feelings are those seismic ocean waves,
they capture evanescent moments,
a Jack-o-lantern thought which might vanish,
deep breath of ink blue laden vortex,
I wallow in the beneficial sweep,
elation at each seacoast prompt,
banshee wail current of moss-rim swirl,
laughter that...

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Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.

The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on...

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At last,
Education stood to teach.

Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.

Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.

Spun web-less in a lore of forgotten before.
And after, for the sake-less now.

Trudging on to prevent...

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I sabotaged my eight-millimeter childhood.
I never knew Sartre
But I contorted my latex face,
Burying my nothingness in family films.
My child was scripted to be ugly, skipped over
In comic relief.

Only recognizable as Menoetius, 
My only animation was...

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DOSAGES AND PROCEDURES

              We should not hepatize
              the situation...
...

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I want to rearrange rooms with you,
Sipping steeped teas and coffee beans. 
Pondering an existential anamnesis;
"The aloe should go here."

I want to want little victories,
Shape sovereign lands from the exigent patriarchy of our uncordial entente.
Reap...

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Is there no alcove of the mind,
Nor chamber of the heart, 
No apartment of the soul,
Which does not remain in province to your intoxicating presence after you leave?
Long hours and days,
After you grace the theater...

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