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The Only Thinker Thoughtless
Like
tombs, his monuments erected
They loom
the dead man’s craft
On rock,
the age-old element
Reads his
epitaph:
The only
poet, penless
The only
thinker, thoughtless
The only
being, being
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Secret Wounds
Blood I
love as solid flesh
Secret
wounds unhide!
I am not a
pretty sight
Scarred
with you inside.
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Time
Oh that I
could be as time
And mourn
with no special sorrow
At my
death
Nor greet
my birth with especial joy
Oh that I
could be indifferent
To the
ephemeral as to the infinite
To stand
aside from this on-going happening
As a
beingless being
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Places Forgotten
A mere shell
Of what once was
Echoes
Of voices past
I walk these corridors
Of empty footsteps
Where silent glances
Disappear
Among the shadows
Of times that never were
The Grinnell Corridors --- Copyright Eric Wasiolek 1991
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Only
This
Wherever I
am
I am never
elsewhere
Whatever I
do
All else
is left undone
Whatever I
say
I haven’t
said more
Another
time I am not
And you
crush me with this thought
That
whoever I am
I am
nobody else
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Wisdom
Never
ceased this sweet whispering
Never her
modest silence these cries overheard
And with
each crying out
Sent my
restless voice searching her
Only to
hear from her calmed lips
A word
Alas to
know it wasn’t mine spoken
And then I
heard
How a
voice never listens
And a
thinking is unanswered
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Infinite Nothingness
he falls
in the
infinite nothingness
he grasps
absent walls
scrambling
to right himself
he finds
illusionary ledges
disappearing with hope
he plunges
into eternity
realizing
the relentlessness
he plants
both feet
firm in
the emptiness
He walks
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Lady of
Endless Night
In the
movement of bodies
You are
stillness
In the
traffic of looks
You are a
silent glance
In the
buzz of lips
You are an
elapse of words
Oh
beautiful black eyes
Whereupon
my spirit pries
What inner
resource possess your being
To
magnetize
This
inward seeing?
Could it
be that you are real?
While
these others unwrapped are paper still
Could it
be that you are real?
What
travesty these fools comprise
An
audience for outward eyes
But you my
lady of endless night
I to this
private heart invite
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Life's
Measure
Next to
nothing this love lies sweet
Where two
unloved, for moment meet.
Our kiss
will end, our embrace release
And new
love’s joy cause old to cease
I do not
wait for lasting things,
But greet
this death each birth joy brings
And oh my
love may you find life’s measure
That
pleasure little is to less a treasure.
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Dia-log
i with me
walked
through a forest
tall of
tree
and
speaking of us
each
silently
we decided
what we
would be
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Overcome
Oh that I
possessed objective eyes
How I
might laugh
To see the
simplicity of all that is complex and mysterious
To smile
at my incompetence in trifflings
And offer
release to the inevitable
Yet even
the realization of my dreams
Fears this
inevitable infinity
That each
transcendence fears another
And even
beyond is such a petty thought
When
perhaps those eyes look on
Just
beyond these thoughts
Which will
never escape themselves to see
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Truth
is Too Simple to See
Everywhere
People
Show me
How pace
Can
outlive meaning
There is
no time
But to
pursue
What one
ignores
Or to
reject
What one
seeks
Or to
acquire
What one
already has
For as
life is always tomorrow
The
present has never come to be
Mute and
alien
Truth
As a fool
Is to
simple to see
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