Döppelganger Predecessor

zones

the voice resounds, over and over and over again
pen and page resemble reality
what is true? what is now?
what is the final moment.
fleeting, diversifying and everywhere and nowhere
all at once
observing circulation and activity
i can disappear into music whenever i want.
what if i am not i?
and you are not you?
we are all figments of our own imaginations.
why can't we be present in our dreams?
the answer is yes. now.
grasping to the senseless as all that is logical.
thank you for visiting me, however briefly.
will it ever be long enough?
it seems like forever.
as the leaf falls and does a twirling dance on the gentle winds.

 
[] () polyphony here
= = () = after never, a forest
() <| () watch progressions change
 

() [] () the dandelion name change
= () <| ()  navel of enchanted speech


[] () cacophonous mind
= () () = () silent as the hungry dawn
() () () () () where you think of me


() () = () = where you've never been mountain
[] = () telepathic cabin sounds


= () () () listen to the wind
() () () = = your heart beats into sunset
<| = echoing begins


() () () () () () () if i drop from time I'll know
<| () = () insistent you over trees


<| () () autopsy of mind
[] <| illogistic surroundings
= <| beware theater


<| () <|     reception field selected
= () () () () () exiled in a cup of tea


() [] where vibratory
= = () = diverse direct cut madness
() = =             you upon somewhere


() = () = () smoke silence different from
= [] () drowning necessary light


= = () factor fragment sect
[] () () () comprehending a past now
<| = analyze prefix


[] () = geomancy is buried
() () () = () = in a black ocean of musics


() () () = blank slate mind color
() () () () () () () this is for both you and i
() <| () in nondual space



() () = () () () the eye avoids the eyes, leaves
= () () = () secret checks for falling works


<| () () tangible as stars
= () <| () fleeting as tomorrow's sun
() () () = chords ring in silence



() () () [] you love her, autodidact
<| () () = unfaithful to you, herself




= () = spaces are between
() () <| shape watch impossible
= () = perfect as nightshade



() () = = () not worth asking, movies peeled
() () () = () ()    from the walls, spirits peeled too


() = = a singing motion
() = [] a grateful undulation
= <| seeing forever


() = () () () () head burning up on, what was
() () () = =     it, the trace, collage, decay


= () = refreshed by smiling
= <| = under spiraling water
[] () infinity cries


() () () () <| looked in your eyes, digitized
() () () = () () you paid for machines of grace


() [] a soliloquy
<| <| () recording triangle waves
() () <| on a manuscript


() = = () () your singing dissolves in the
() = = = streets today, without echo


() () <| now is afterwards
() () () [] we are the antitheses
[] () terminating ends


<| () <|
() () () () () () ()


renku by Eden Grey & Alan Ramón Clinton
 

Shape renku for Presence

we still see green blue outside () () () () () =

though not during nighttime () () = () =

Haiku for Picasso's Guernica

Picasso's subjects

turbulent commentary

of war and gender

i fell out of the lychee tree

today is the day

that i fell out of the lychee tree

i am so grateful for its fruit

and so grateful for this life

another gift of pain to remind me

of the body that temporarily houses my spirit

i will not carry this pain as a burden

i will not question why this happened

but i will be careful as i climb the tree next time

to not linger too long on a weak branch that cannot support my weight

i landed on the grass

and i jumped to my feet

i went from twenty feet on the air

to the ground in a second

and i could not believe it was real

and so i save this experience as a valuable lesson

so i can remember i am not invincible

onseas Echely

this is the season

so don't forget your bag

when you climb into the tree

the fruit must have a place

branches

Onseas Echyle

anagram name of the day

i don't want to forget

as i have remembered many a thing i had forgotten

today

Bolero

today is the day i discovered Ravel's Bolero

what a beautiful day

hello out there i miss you

haikus for empty room and fugue

the song is a tool;

yes, a graceful growing vine

used to harmonize

planets in our souls,

each star becomes a moment

measurement of shapes

beyond here and now

wetware encapsulating

further to remain

black white infinite

endless spiral transistor

light, or time travel?

tune imperfect cents

J.S. Bach would have wanted

a synthesizer

the harmony of the spheres () <| () () ()

is why i am in our ear () () () () () () ()