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darkness (singular: to the second person, more than the first, or third)

alone - am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 
and dreaming and thinking together was all me 
and none of this 
all this time some did i see 
did i know you you know i did see 
i did 
some time this 
all this of-- no one and me -- 
always together thinking and 
dreaming and living this, 
of all you are 
wherever i am alone 

so this is what it is after so many years
of thinking that i was you 
of thinking you thought so too 
of thinking my thinking you knew 
of thinking our thinking we two -- of -- thinking --not thinking it through -- 

oh at first just a bit for a fantasy 
at first just a bit of a role 
a childhood perfect made new for me
your spirited interest made whole 
whatever before was frightened 
to stand up and boldly declare 
what we always already had known 
to be true to be right to be --- there --- 
to be 
-- cause certainly different entirely wasn't it 
different assumptions the cause differing memories mistaking 
that i and that you and that was 
and was it really was it really all that time wasnt it true wasn't it us? it was ours! was it you? 

alone 

- am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 

and dreaming and thinking together was all me 

and none of this 

all this time some did i see 

did i know you you know i did see 

i did 

some time this 

all this of-- no one and me -- 

always together thinking and 

dreaming and living this, 

of all you are 

wherever i am alone 

was it yours? all those hours was it true? were you at least thinking my thinking was --- 
were you at all ever with me 
or was it me who wasn't with you? 
did you enjoy as i fancied your following
me not knowing. discovering finally, 
able to think and to plan and to live, because at last the blindness and loneliness by some miracle no longer baffled us and so at long last thus 
unfettered the soul within each of us free could fly and could dream and could think all the things we had 
saved up to be 
all the tests and experiments 
all the experiences saved them for when 
there'd be two so that i wouldn't have formed all alone 
here'd be room for us both in my discovery in my discovery 
my discovery would somehow also 
be you which it wasn't now was it 
something you knew and you knew that i'd do anything to make it be true 
you knew and you never betrayed you never left either and you never swayed 
never, ever at long last let on, 
never though i was afraid --
did i hear what you were telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me 
soon you would no longer tell me 
so earnestly soon you would no longer hope for it innocently 
soon you would have to rethink your patiently soon you would 
have to account for your energy 
soon you would have to be turning away 


not giving up no but infinity 
and infinite promises lie 
that tirelessness of the heart retreating into steadfastly hoping one day 
i would maybe review one day 
i'd most certainly do something that would 
-- echoing --- through --- i would be 
all alone here with shadows 


no way to make it all new 


all alone as i was all along 
because maybe nothing was you

alone - am i ever? where are you? 

all of this living 

and dreaming and thinking together was all me 

and none of this 

all this time some did i see 

did i know you you know i did see 

i did 

some time this 

all this of-- no one and me -- 

always together thinking and 

dreaming and living this, 

of all you are 

wherever i am alone 

A (Darker to 2 Than to Either 1 Or 3) Singular Darkness

alone - am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

so this is what it is after so many years

of thinking that i was you

of thinking you thought so too

of thinking my thinking you knew

of thinking our thinking we two -- of -- thinking --not thinking it through --

oh at first just a bit for a fantasy

at first just a bit of a role

a childhood perfect made new for me

your spirited interest made whole

whatever before was frightened

to stand up and boldly declare

what we always already had known

to be true to be right to be --- there ---

to be

-- cause certainly different entirely wasn't it

different assumptions the cause differing memories mistaking

that i and that you and that was

and was it really was it really all that time wasnt it true wasn't it us? it was ours! was it you?

alone

- am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

was it yours? all those hours was it true? were you at least thinking my thinking was ---

were you at all ever with me

or was it me who wasn't with you?

did you enjoy as i fancied your following

me not knowing. discovering finally,

able to think and to plan and to live, because at last the blindness and loneliness by some miracle no longer baffled us and so at long last thus

unfettered the soul within each of us free could fly and could dream and could think all the things we had

saved up to be

all the tests and experiments

all the experiences saved them for when

there'd be two so that i wouldn't have formed all alone

here'd be room for us both in my discovery in my discovery

my discovery would somehow also

be you which it wasn't now was it

something you knew and you knew that i'd do anything to make it be true

you knew and you never betrayed you never left either and you never swayed

never, ever at long last let on,

never though i was afraid --

did i hear what you were telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me telling me

soon you would no longer tell me

so earnestly soon you would no longer hope for it innocently

soon you would have to rethink your patiently soon you would

have to account for your energy

soon you would have to be turning away

not giving up no but infinity

and infinite promises lie

that tirelessness of the heart retreating into steadfastly hoping one day

i would maybe review one day

i'd most certainly do something that would

-- echoing --- through --- i would be

all alone here with shadows

no way to make it all new

all alone as i was all along

because maybe nothing was you

alone - am i ever? where are you?

all of this living

and dreaming and thinking together was all me

and none of this

all this time some did i see

did i know you you know i did see

i did

some time this

all this of-- no one and me --

always together thinking and

dreaming and living this,

of all you are

wherever i am alone

Knowledge & Conversation

Knowledge & Conversation

Who lives but to nourish us, guide us, remind us of what we knew (& should still) -- the Love that founded us finds us when, sighing with sorrows, we toy with regret, from where -- just up ahead -- 

laughing -- well, no giving up yet! Never thinking to question the why of this Dreaming -- nor dreaming of answers -- after all -- only sleeping -- but given this Beauty, these Joys and this Now, Give your Angel a moment to find you a How...

deus ex nihilo

deus ex nihilo  
                              (a fragment)

a in for amy way out of this please

b cause b better knows better than b what b sees

c is for the sadness heaving leaving exhausted, dry

d arrives representing that all of us die

each and every one of us will most certainly die

freedom elusive nonetheless guarantee

grace annoyingly sets us free

Scott Olsen Speaks Again: the #Occupation Rejoices (a poem)

To Scott Olsen, Marine, 

Veteran of the Oakland Occupation

Standing straight, saluting, sometimes smiling  --  Spirit shining

Courage creating choice, choosing clarity, certain, calm 

Offers one opportunity, obvious over others:

To take the time to teach things thorough

To tell the teachers to teach the truth

O #OccupyOakland, obstinate, outspoken 

Learning, living, laughing, loving

Successes surely seem

Effective, even earned,

Now

faust's poem 2 Anonymous: "The Spirit Immortal"

the spirit immortal

(or, in starry eyed admiration dedicated to Anonymous)

All the best of us, hackers, wings far from untested,

attain our prize but per accindens –although few of us guessed it –

the rest are intending, (to practice) or

dependent, per...
- haps,

 ...on the defaults reconfigured --
(our own, or our app's).*

:philosophies hammerless : dreams lacking anvils :

:contending
(- in theory- ) 
:for the souls of immortals:    
                                                                                                                                                               we see their errors turn fatal, prove vapor, 
where shown but void due to muteness, that threatened to 0wn

& still they have stayed – with us – 
                                      were staid – to us – 
                                                                  would state "us," & quo –

Ut alteri vadis, warranto; alteri quorum, quid pro.

This is causa enough (should reason persever) 

to recognize, laugh at, and ---

(but be sure to remember

to anticipate everything 

while expecting it never)

---exlploit cheerfully, thoroughly, such evil endeavor.

Success (of course) is your proof,

by your choice,

at whatever:

to know, and to will, and to dare demand never

be told of the odds

that one changes

if clever.

 

through many revisions was yet draft: 2007 - 2010; now and forevermore dedicated to Anonymous

*with this line a revision dedicated to Douglas Rushkoff

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the lengths that i would go to: the distance in your eyes

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'Fuck it, Don't Fuck With Me Anymore,  Send Me -- & If I sport a Fashion After Which Your Poetry Wears but Rarely, --- What Harm Is There In That?'

Or, You Could Preface With A Warning -- Without Which It Would Have Gone Unnoticed --  Only To Find Its Just The Thing

dear sir or sometime someone certainly

your recent communication

containing it seemed to me the delicate gossamer intricacies of everyday & moment

somehow captured and displayed without hurting them 

and, even as things-in-themselves wriggle out of one comprehension and into another

nonetheless this fact does not -- and this is the real mystery -- itself bring a screeching halt

my abruptly unsuspended disbelief

stubborn, envious, wanting only the tech, how was this done -- no --

curious this,

or perhaps not, were i tomorrow, or you, or a close friend of mine

but tomorrow, or you, my friend, or you, mr. sometime someone certainly

are not going to die when its my turn to die

do not live as i live

in the in betweens most elusive

revealed perfectly individual yet seemingly categorical 

these beginnings of knowing

another

human 

being

by their recent communication, which 

(it becomes necessary to inform 

and quickly now, before one is able)

which email, so it seems, is even now in the process of being processed

and due to unforseen um due to the um do tedium dew te deum

per force mance angst i it  

-- purr form and its high aint he -- 

-- -- prefer man's hands I & he -- -- -

- -- -- before meant & sigh ain't  -- --- ---

--- ---- performance ------------- anxiety -------------------------

this moment is new is unlike before this response this here this now we all of us rely on pattern and familiarity on reiteration interpellation

the ideal is yet glimpsed intermittently conceived daily  reinvented hourly reinvents itself constantly but it must concede it cannot remember in this process ever experiencing itself being narrated 

however haltingly 

in real time 

still it probably is nothing new

to receive reply that merely holds the place

that hopefully bears no resemblance to all the less than perfect

that briefly says dear 

dear mr keisling we are considering your last 

i am 

will reply shortly

only heaven help me for all the times i fell far short of what i see

If this is Hell | With Apologies @Mr. Christopher Marlowe

by his friend, a female Faust








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with apologieß @ one Mr. Christopher Marlowe^*

If this is hell -- 

but I'll not,  in fact,  

be willynglie so damnéd:

What, for reading, blogging, tweeting & researching?

^*the which I do trust him to accept most readilie:

e'en  thiß  verisame maye indeed 

be seen most happilye, 

& resulteth in lossynge nor ioye nor meanynge 

time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

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as text: usually somewhere on the page, for those paying attention

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time 

a stage in area 

pursuing the act 

– or 

to the heights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

remembered 

sublime 

dramatic 

      

each peak        

(to me)(will be) 

more real 

  

reviewing the fact 

– or 

brilliant 

lights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

dismembered 

Divine 

Chromatic 

      

the weak        

(you see) 

(in me) 

will heal