(x = space)
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The Wonder Dog
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I used to let
The dog go
In the creek
Taking off the leash
Once we were behind
The houses
What a happy dog
Upstream was all right
There was freedom in that,
Too
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Muscles got used
That needed using
The shaking of the chain
Hanging in the closet meant
That
All this could happen
x
Once released
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Water Flowing over Rocks
Photo by Robert Zunikoff on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Sci-Fi Goats
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Goats eat anything
I am reminded
As do pigs
I don’t think goats eat tin cans
As cartoons and other stories
Tell
But maybe
Maybe in the multiverse
Anything is possible
A metal-eating goat
On a world of lead
Might be
Just the thing
While justice of materials
Is worked out on other worlds
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Not that we’re excused here
We have what we have
To use
To keep
Or we lose ourselves
Without a possibility
Of portals—
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Maybe goats
They might be traversing
And we never know
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Poeming
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It’s not hard
But it should be honest
In challenging to write
About anything
(say, sci-fi goats, above)
What is the real story?
In not in fact,
Than in judicious metaphor
And maybe both—yes,
Both would be better
So choose the topic
Or let the topic choose
Get to work with
Heart and head,
All the muscles,
All the organs,
All the aspects
(I mean senses),
All the parts
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Breathe through it all
Let the apparatus work
Once something is set down,
Go over it
And over it again
(not too many times)
Then release it like
Letting go of healed birds
Into the wild sky
Then let the work
Make sense of the world
For a while
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Hello, Friends
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel at Unsplash
https://unsplash.com/@rgaleria
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Sanctuary
Because one is still
Does not mean that one is safe—
Life in one cell is open to
Mutation, loss of parts, disease;
Life within a prison cell
Suffers from same dangers
In detention and in
Isolation
(Even with others in proximity),
Under death-order and maybe death-
Watch;
How,
Fixed under a demon’s yoke
Whose cause is politics,
Who for an idea
Has been taken out
Of actual existence?
Toward the Southern Pole
(Closer than most of us will
Get), there is a Russian Orthodox
Church—
Ten bodies with ten souls within
May worship;
The rest know that the church is
There:
Triptychs of spirit and of hope
Inside
At the end of the world,
Where there is likelihood
Of living through oppression
Wrought by nature or assignment.
What sanctuary in the prison cell,
Where trapped mind and abandoned
Spirit are closed maybe for a
Final time,
Where fear
The only inner company?
Andy awaits
Release of one kind or
Another.
http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/node/23100
Kidnapped Briton spends 700th day in illegal detention
A British man who is held under sentence of death in Ethiopia has spent his 700th day in unlawful detention, after he was kidnapped and rendered to the country by Ethiopian forces in 2014.
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