“Furtive Futures”

“Furtive Futures”

Furtive futures, tokens of the late night flower
And as he smiles,  a common thread of thought, some random
Virtue and its knee-jerk negative recusal form régimes, their regiments set neatly in tandem
Each day with time enough to feed the guests between the hours’
Harvests. Memories posit foibles calcified from past
Proposals of support and action in what was always just around
The corner. Patience, saddling his ass, object to wastes grown profound
In almost every instance with innocuous verses that running circuits last
In time while losing time defines itself in terms of time, itself, and nothing stops
The show unless a rare and casual kindness from a stranger to  the flock,
Or simply not who or what must have a right to be. He views what’s on the dock’s
Consignment nd recalculates the costs of baggage and accessories; the rock,
Within remains the same, of course;
witness, yes, but still  he is both what he is
.
and as he was before he found his tests
To he the very meaning of his every breath; a gift, a bounty, an eternal yes
is there, but nothing closes close to closure. There is no subtle hint of rest.

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3 responses to ““Furtive Futures”

  1. Reading these words aloud is an auditory and utterly poetic Joy 🙂

    “In almost every instance with innocuous verses that running circuits last
    In time while losing time defines itself in terms of time, itself, and nothing stops
    The show unless a rare and casual kindness from a stranger to the flock,
    Or simply not who or what must have a right to be.”

    Reams of psychology lurk in these line:

    “there comes the need to memorize the many melodies
    That in their day brought joy and lifelines
    To the stuff of what it meant to be exactly who he was when he was there.”

    More purely verbal Joy 🙂

    “many ships in passing
    Either in the stream or in the wake of vast expanding
    Longer tides surpassing oceans’ borders meet”

    Woah–Superb:

    “he clings but lightly to the lining of a coat of many hidden thoughts”

  2. Your remarks are kind; many thanks; ““he clings but lightly to the lining of a coat of many hidden thoughts”” And, when it comes to thoughts these days, who could possibly be bored. Frustrated; disconcerted, somewhat taken aback by what the world claims is its sanity, but hardly boring. Hope all is well, my friend, in Ohio.

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