Tagged: recognition

on the first day of

on the first day of
spring, you
returned to us,
suddenly
fatherless. there
are parts of us
that will dance
around recognizing
parts of you
because no one
wants to claim
a familiarity
to loss
.
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in the fabric of

in the fabric of
each moment, there are stitches
of joy, of sadness –

we mindlessly pick at them,
not recognizing which is which
.
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we all do it now

we all do it now
and then
and eventually,
gnarl between and
beyond
varying states of
recognition, twist
like willow
or bonsai, contort
like oak. i am
looking at you
and discovering
someone
else. you are not
looking at me
and seeing
with clarity
.
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recognizing only a splinter

recognizing only a splinter
of a fragment of how
the observable
universe works, i am stuck
wondering if somewhere,
in the constellation
hydra
, someone has
looked out her window
for the last time, a witness
to the collision, ouroboros
.
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after being split

there are parts that you

there are parts that you
will not recognize when you
are standing too close

and so, we stand back, every
now and then, refocus our gaze
.
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line by line, curve by