Scent of essence

there is always this line
with which to measure perception
inch not near nor far
balance equals caption

empathise no longer
or sway from wall to door

eyes only, attention
scent of essence, touch its life
through here
and free the sea from shore


.

Definitely indefinite

Still frozen in time
this bookmark postcard tattooed on my mind
Slivers of thought I'll always see
So much for fleeting imprint
that never gets away from me

I still read it very clearly

Who will remember
or really know
the man, squared by disbelievers
preaching redemption with show

Does fire always burn
and where is truth in gloomy clarity
Now we know that given time we learn
that contradiction is polarity

How have we been
since that defining connection
where over and ahead observing eyes met
Thoughts recorded,
instantly react
All very clearly
heading in an altered direction

Looking back that must've been
when we passed the point of no return
which marked the settling symbiosis
of dual counteraction

and probably made this into the analogy
of our chosen affection


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Impressions

Probably to escape reason;
multitude of meaning;
perhaps even meaningful complications

We simplify,
pick and paste
Familiar pieces
that suit our present taste

And wear them
on that cloak we dare not name
where for centuries we could reside,
.. and recite
but suddenly there's no fit
it's just another word for hide
but not a habit forever

So I changed, you say
there have always been crowds,
why now complain
The house felt bolted
without commit
my adaptation is just decay

So here I am,
sorry I could never see
that all's my fault,
indeed, in rhyme, entirely
for letting you assume
I gave up the fight
with words you never questioned
(but now ...)
or who labelled whom
with every solemn plight

but these are just impressions


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Regarding partiality

dare the one that hopes
there, there,

watch this going through the motions
of uncertain insecurity;
involuntary wondering,
hither and forth

fallen from stability
this void's trepidation

where are you? knowing for certain
this isn't the end of life
but (merely) love