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(a new casual poetry collection project that i plan to keep leisurely consistent)

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a chapter begins with a creek bank and a sweeping uplift
from ochre stained swimsuit to a place anxiously close to the silver sun
but not quite, because this is a memory after all,
and the algae-smooth perches of baked moons (and i say moons
because the jagged rocks only stuck out on the walk back)
keep the perspective precarious

but this is what you jolted me to
when you mentioned the dangers of the river, the seaside, the lake –
they are highways in their own goddamn right, y'know,
full of sand and minerals and barefoot freedom tracks on car mats
that lodge in cracks of whatever youth was meant to feel like before i became this

and i ask
is that when i have grown old: when all the technicolour came before me?

and if so, can i die before i pass away?

a chapter begins with the sun at noon, not because it put itself there;
see, i've learned that it doesn't get anywhere at all
unless i put myself in its way and stick out a thumb
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
— René Descartes
  





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burning is about as enthusiastic as it gets
______the roaring bass drop is out of control
licking the feathers off Icarus mid-flight
___and we are happy and so, so alive, yes
smoking party streamers inside our chests
________popping off like heart palpitations, hurray!
what a brilliant end to a blur of tedium
_____so fast my guts almost exploded there and then;

Illawarra flame trees in bloom
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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i looked, for this thing called worth,
in the flowered intestines
of only half a mouse
on the burnt bricks.

and, like a botanist, i took its photo;
one day, i would identify this in myself,
and the summer would make no noise.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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i broke away to my creek, post-bushfire, post-hail,
and searched for you over the cicada shrill
and engines overhead.
you had taken off your boots here
you had taken off

and i wear myself out hearing of how
murk had parted for your following
of the laughter, which rippled away
the branches caught up in
nature falling apart

i am snagged before i can see where you turned to
where you ended up, who
you ended up being and time
falls apart to the soundtracks you give;

i want to maul them note from note and find you younger,
growing, loving

i wanted to be that laughter again;
but first you need to tell me
why all of this was so funny
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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poem title: refraction

"she is the loveliest daffodil"
word for word
and in this sway of telling and showing, showing and telling
though i have touched the earth for you in this light air
bent over backwards in a happy sea
i find i no longer wish for a poem to praise me
to cut me down
i need not be syntaxed in a vase to keep me here
those are small dreams
so frugal, so prone to jonquil-sightedness
your words say, "how silly,
that you could not read
how far i bent at the brightness of you,
and for a long time yet"
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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as a child, i was cast under an enchantment
and i know this because my home is beautiful
the way lonely temples are beautiful
__and it taught me the incantation of the pulse in my head
__so i could recite it back to the pale ceilings
__and grow old and die eternally beneath its Peace

when the pulse stopped, i stepped out in the world

i have a nail polish that overcast colour
and i blanket it on whenever i miss my childlike self:
because i am still there, now
under passive eternity
__so warm, i promise you
__so calm
and so faraway from the youth i have left
so faraway from leaving

_____but watch me leave it now
_____watch me
__please watch me leave
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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snoring mountains, rising and falling—
echoing each other
and a sad song about dreamers.
but i am safe.
i am safe.
i am
safe.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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it's been a blur, but the speed bumps even out on the sheets for a moment
and the verdict is gentle from space
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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You would march into the firestorm in a heartbeat, O brave heart.

But would you fight the battle confused in warmth,
watch your future sit in a car hotbox, like a
kid like a pet waiting, like slumber giving in, saying,
‘This is nice, these moments that forget
what was more a moment ago—

what a strange dream that was.’
Would you stare out at the strange streets and visions
and believe the glass is only as dense
as how brave you still are to think you belonged there?
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
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(A/N: the tenses in this poem are all over the place among other things, which I'll probably touch up some other time after I recover from writing a poem this long haha) (word count is a smidge over 500 words) d:


poem title: supermoon (07/05/20)

the far side of the moon lives
in the concave chamber
of each skin turned blackout curtain
and mine just happens to be
a forest simulating death

denial is to be
half love in a garden
so i screamed poems all night
to echolocate primitive names:
this is hell
and the apocalyptic gods
here is scorpio moon
at the end of all things.

eventually i found the one
called i don’t know

it lived in a great pale pool of tree silhouettes as the day fell over,
obscured faraway, where i peered alone with God
who floated thoughts to me,
told me_________bring consciousness

ask questions_________feel deeply

you need do nothing at all

__________________a body is worth more when it is alive

_________and your hands are warm



the colours bled out from some fatal wound
as dusk folded and folded like a soft goodnight,
like familiar loss disclosing
more now than etiquette once
withheld, saying here,
let me wrap you up
in my folds that reek
of absolute permanence
to show you what it is
to die from the world


beyond the far side lives the other side
my face a silhouette on the water, ink blotted
and obscured with the branches

behind
i heard my name called by human love (remember the near side)
______‘should i go back?’
there was no fear here, and that scared me
curtains folded and folded
i don’t know

______i don’t know

______'i don’t know'______i don’t know I DON’T

KNOW I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW I DON’T

the other side is an absent note
held forever in a rippled pool uninterrupted

never mind

i don’t know who i was

the phantom of a scream wanders near to far
in an expanding universe
and i am not there

nothing settles denser.
a building collapsed.
and i live within the end of a world removed

unmoved long enough
for a curtain to ripple; crystal water mist i’ve felt so long
falling until it could no longer and my sight
comes clear

adjusts

my sight

to another world

my sight comes

and maybe this is all

that lives beyond all
we cannot see:
a veil of loss unlifted,
patiently

a grace
waits for our adjustment.

but i am
reminded of my body.
and warm hands pressed together

and denial is to be
half love in a forest.
i know this, i know and i know so i turned back
from darkened pool to tree tangle in time to navigated myself
(and i ask you if this is
what bravery looks like)

the far side of the moon lives
in the concave chamber
of each skin turned blackout curtain
and mine just happens to be
a forest simulating death

when i made it out
above were stars, clownishly posed in their not knowing
of why they are, and a voice welcomed
from alight windows—
told me to love near and far

you have, but you also have none;
do not lose either.

i can only assume tomorrow
will be the usual gardening.
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
— René Descartes
  








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