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What is the dream that won’t, despite our efforts,
accept death as its final place of rest?

Who is the dreamer, if not you and not me,
conceiving this fantasy for us to live?

Where is the season that blows through eternity,
not simply ending as all summers do?

When will the silence of peace overtake us,
its whisper so deafening old men can hear?

How will you change it to suit you? You reckon
your requisition will alter an infinite plan?

Whence comes the question?
There is the answer.
Plain as the nose on the end of your face.

Remind yourself to be you, sometimes.

30 JUL 2026

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I watch you slip away;
where do you go?
I can hear you softly singing,
but where from I do not know.

The world continues spinning;
day and night slip in and out.
The world’s incessant humming
masks its underlying doubt.

Where is there any substance,
when all is stripped away
and all is left is silence
where the lines and edges play.

I watch you slip away,
but you’re still here.
There is no other movement,
nothing near.

The world continues spinning,
birth and death both come and go.
There isn’t any secret to it.
You already know.

30 JUL 2026

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When somebody tells you they’ll make it worth your while, which “while” do they mean?

Is that like a done-while-you-wait kinda while or is it a once in a while, a while ago, or a while you wasn’t looking?

Chances are it’s not a just a chance less lucrative but certainly less morally ambivalent thing you might have been doing “while” you were doing whatever they asked you to do.

But who has time for all that?

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If all you’re worried about is the finger
you will never see the moon.
I can’t say it or write it or play it.
Not to you at you thru you or for you.

What’s the point of all of that?
The pointing is at the moon.
Don’t spend so much time at the mirror.
Just look up. It’s OK to blink.

Don’t let anyone give you the finger.
Well not just anyone.
Sometimes we all need a little encouragement.

29 JUL 2026

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Seems like every day
I’m finding less reasons to stay
I don’t mean here, somewhere with you,
elsewhere, around, or above ground
but something else still keeps me here.
Maybe it’s fear, or stubborn courage;
maybe deep down, I’m just lazy.
Wouldn’t that be almost crazy?
Doesn’t matter either way.
Look, just now passed another day,
and the world just kept on spinning,
losers losing, winners winning.

Not a blade of grass out of place.
Almost like it was a movie, huh?

29 JUL 2026

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Don’t say too much. Let’s keep it short. One statement each and one retort.
The truth is, even that takes time. So keep it simple and sublime.
Besides, it’s not that musical. Despite its pitches and its silence,
its martial beat may incite violence.

We wouldn’t want that. Some excuse
is all it takes to sell the ruse
that our great way is under fire
and those who say we lie are liars,
part of the conspiracy
to take from you and give to me.

Don’t say too much. There’s not much point. They won’t change how they run this joint.
Besides, you aren’t a volunteer; you’ve got a mortgage and career
spent trying to become like them.
There’s still no point. Why not admit it’s pretend?

You wouldn’t want that. What authority
you’d like to have would evaporate.

Beware of being the last influencer.

22 JUL 2026

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The distance is nearer when seen through the mirror. The miles are deceptively small. It’s almost as if, once you’re over that cliff, that perception depends on the fall. Or maybe not that much at all.

When you’re looking eyes front, the edges are more blunt. You start to see things in advance. It’s almost but not choreography, you either land or you don’t. That’s the dance.

It’s closer, in that it might happen. The past is much further beyond. Besides, there’s enough right at hand to distract you; no need to think, yet, past this pond.

Don’t blink. If you do, it’s all over. It has to begin all again. There’s no time like the present for that though. You need to go now.

21 JULY 2026

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