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Walking The River
we found a way
to a thoughtless kiss
a consciousness
at once apart from
our separate intentions
an act of defiance
and then a trimming down
a containment of an essence
of what’s really true
and so what else?
a core of regret?
another list of wrong turns?
heavy clouds conceal this sun
only a few rays streaming through
no where to go but rain
and then some boats
blasting their horns
john silver
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JOY
In The Motion Of Breezes
when all the cast out pages
flame and crumble
into carbon scraps
the dark mirror on the door
will be a way through it
we tried to bury you here
far from your enemies
but even now their hatred
rattles our windows
your life, a twisted code in flight
injects into our visions
we raise them up to clarify
in the flutter of burnt paper
in the motion of breezes
john silver
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Automatic Days
eternity
an electrical bridge
cuts into time
stars dying before
their light arrives
they shutter
and explode
within remembrance
of a future shaping center
for us to see
in our automatic days
when water wakes were split
our river parted in silence
white froth danced on both of its sides
yet each faded to calm
pressing in opposition
stillness erased
the agitation of escape
but leaky think tanks
progressed through
to the far shore
strings were silent
in their vibration
john silver__
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A Light In The Door
old ghost we know
you are your work
it was only you
holding on to dark expectations
we tolerated your critical presence
while your hidden lenses
tracked and tricked us into
timeless corridors of distortion
slinking down
you slanted us deeper
into hidden negativity
all concealed
in a hovering ancestral will of deceit
barely detectable
primitive
secure in its other directives
who would believe
you would tighten
and frighten us
but we resisted
if only by catching
some clear sun
through a light
in the door
john silver__
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