Cordell Klier - "the white birch in november" (gracious series #444.1h)

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Drifting silently
For this is the pleasure farm
A rude awakening
Refurbishing the ghosts of the past
Speaking in mumble, the numbers of time click past the HERE that they invented
I’m swimming in heresy.. but there starkness gives luck to shine
Show me them as shadows so that I may breadcrumb my tickling way back to you
as always and again back to me
United by brownish gray dust.
I see the sun
And I remember that they were once ancient.
As always and again
Heavy handed are the openings
…My windows harboring tendencies to swaggering cheer
Soft vague glimmers resurrect the “finer me” in new stillness.
I poke holes in the walls
A break down complete.
An uplift seated in my chambered head.
..rails like train tracks fill the sky.
I can see the white birch singing to me in November.
True sun.
Free again.

Guest voice by my friend abstract painter, graphic & web designer Joe Tower.
http://joetower.com/


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01 the white birch in november

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