work in progress

      work in progress


Tap two tears by the riverbed,
unabating muscle.
Frame the waters like mountain lakes
as clear as the limbs.
Inbreathe a tightrope of the sky,
the laughing goddess.
Hold firm the moment
and another, and another.

---

Improved thanks to DSJ.

? The Beauty and me

      The Beauty and me


The monster has a soft
spot beside you.
The monster, little angel,
in the heaven of your knitting,
the clumsy, patchy hair
with an ominous twitch
the monster mellows out
at your knees.

[a wooden bench]

      ***


Sharp shadows cut deep smiles in the glow
of those nesting on a wooden bench,
a lathe-shaped wooden leg
like a pirate ballerina's
props the lush scarves and potted greens.
Each a coffee and a cigarette,
a medicine man and a fado singer,
and the sun that has welled up for days.

[go all the way] (by GPT-2)

     ***


At nighttime light your things in a dark place,
like the light of a dead coal;
fly as a bird is moved by the sky,
once a breeze stops its blowing;
sacrifice your life to a dove, the wretch
where your hurtings were born, to a tailed cloud,
each stuttering blossom;
overcome the conundrum of life,
refuse those who sell it, empty yourself into it.
Shine like the light of a candle,
strong as a mustang's heart, come to it,
like a mule stumbles alone at night.

--- by GPT-2 1558M

The eye of the storm

      The eye of the storm


There it goes quiet, my mind,
composed, tight-lipped,
perched on folded knees,
keeping to itself
the teacup of storm.

[nature and the moon] (by GPT-2 774M and 1558M)

      *

You will discover the mysteries of space
as you step into the heart of the moon.
You will feel the thrill of flight as you soar
over mountains and oceans and the earth.
You will hear the sound of nature as you stand
on a cliff overlooking the river
and watch as the birds fly.
You will dance in the light of the sunset as you look
round to the land where your feet once fell.
You will remember the old songs and songs of life as
you sing them to yourself for the first time. There is
someone there waiting for you
to sing the songs together.
You will be with a great love that comes from no
cause.
The Moon is the light in your heart,
the moon is a guide.

--- by GPT-2 774M

      *

In the eyes of the horse-rider,

the sound of the bells,

the whirl of the train.

In the softness of the clouds,

the shadows of the trees,

the red of the sun,

the yellow of the rain.

In the light of the moon,

the darkness of the night.

The whole atmosphere.

There are some who are blind

to the beauties of nature;

some who feel no sympathy

for the earth,

who regard only the sky.

They cannot find, in the flower,

the flower, in the tree,

the tree, and the moon.

The earth is not only beautiful;

it is also necessary.

--- by GPT-2 1558M

? Here

      Here


Circles connect:
as light engulfs a cardboard packaging,
a harmonica's notes soak into book covers that frame it.
The edges slanting into a rectangle,
the stripe of blue,
the soothing background to a nightingale,
and the jumpy wheeling of a fruit fly --
cast vibrating nets, project mereologies,
resonate and quiet with their own memories.
Recognition brings them here:
graspable truth of the blue cardboard,
this is so of the resounding piano keys,
arm's length of the fruit fly wandering the screen.