Long Ungraspable Poems

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A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling?

By: Moji Agha
Started on Oct. 26, 2020

You know?
Being a microtubular cosmontologically proto-conscious
goofy sufi...

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Imagine you live in a daily environment
where and when everything you like
is already yours if you simply ask for this whatever with gratitude,
and is more frustratingly ungraspable if you cannot acquire sufficient gratitude to ask.

And,...

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In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner, 
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..

A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.
Or, perhaps, could it...

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In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings,
An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation,
In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night,
And the dream envelops...

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In a win or lose
either/or binary digital technology game
created from an original WinPlayer/WinGame
co-refining definition,
each player can play regenerative win/lose sequences
knowing
trusting 
faithing that eventually a win/win outcome
emerges cumulatively from possible
toward probable.

And what does it mean for...

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It’s so difficult, too ungraspable,
poetry can only mimic with deaf words.

The beginning:
our turning earth gently rises 
    from the rim of the unseen.
Notes and tones spellbind 
with intimations and murmurs.

Then a brow-beating...

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("Spinning Earth", 2016)

The Impermanent

What is impermanent, by definition,
Doesn’t last and can’t remain,
And what is not impermanent?

Yet each of us has a lingering thought 
That something must be.
So we habitually project this intuition,
This inner knowing of...

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My Gift,

“The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.” - Henri Bergson

I feel, I felt
tingles in the far recesses of my soul
swirling in...

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Poetic Science

The Universe is expending those who know this say
(My waist size too,) is expanding but has a natural limit
which the Universe doesn’t have.

I have difficulty understanding the limitless where is
the Universe expanding to, what...

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The dreamer dreams, becoming the object
How may the object awake as subject
Unreal object is but a thought beam
Our desire impels thought as a life stream
Bubble bursts when the object does not react 

Cessation the way...

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This is what I am enjoined to be:
Hyphenated !
Bound to vacillate between self-aggrandizement and self-annihilation
I straddle two unrecognizable worlds
only to find solace in none
I am the begetter of my malaise
all made of ungraspable memories and...

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There might be a time
A flash-thought moment -
The Bear is aligned with something or other
And this sudden smell of lilacs
On a see-forever day -
When things come together
Only for the briefest
The entire universe
All things visible
And invisible
Become...

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I think of rooted gods.
gods that are encompassing, seed-bearing,
life supporting, blossoming, sky inhaling,
earth exhaling, ground firming, shelter offering,
reach confirming, water retaining,
fire to ash feeding, and forever sight inspiring.

High beings as lowly as the soil
they share...

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