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6 Sep 2008

Vespers (71)

An olive tree on Monterosa Street,
turns to unsculpted sprawl
of self containment,

Lists beneath warm breath of wind,
a reason to absorb diminished daylight
for the mind that leans
toward sleep,

Screen smell offers rain's ablutions
via dream across nightlight

Whole cloth of darkness
matches desire
and insects sing
a backdrop into being,

Calm lets go original
intention against street side
repetition of idea turned
to something recognizable again


  • At 5:15 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    Commerce Commerce Commerce
    Commerce Commerce Commerce
    Commerce Commerce Commerce

    A meditation..


  • At 5:49 pm , Blogger Sheila Murphy said...

    I hear you, my friend!

  • At 11:59 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    It's late capitalism, after all Sheila!


  • At 3:28 am , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    nice blog...first time here. How are you?

  • At 6:04 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    Thank you Kin'shar :-)

    I'm fine thanks - busy as usuall!


  • At 6:13 pm , Blogger Oberon said...

    ....sometimes....i talk to strangers.

  • At 10:46 pm , Blogger crescent said...

    I find it difficult to think of an object as an object. Is an object entirely free of consciousness, when we have perceived it as an object?

    If there was no such thing as subjectivity, how could we recognise something as an object? Evidently objects are dependent on subjectivity.

    I cannot measure my soul, so how can I say that my soul has entered an object and this is why I perceive it as an object. Indeed maybe the object has a soul (a tree perhaps?) distinct from mine?

    I can never know....

    (far too late on a Wednesday night for such musings :-) lol


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