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the tea leaves have dried to the bottom of the porcelain no one came to ask the thing we thought of heavy skirts no longer brush the doorway

i have seen the fog turn to a greasy film on glass and the men in shirt-sleeves have all gone inside leaving the windows only to watch the rain meet the cobblestones

it would not have been worth it...after all to split the day open like a ripe peach then to find the black stone at its center

the mermaids are singing but they are very far out now their voices sound like the wind through the telegraph wires and the water is rising cold around my ankles where i sit on the shore with my trousers rolled watching the gray steam rise from the salted flats

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i am undone by the way she turns half smile half wildfire

and still

she lets me look like art was finally looking back

Well...it's clear I have a long way to go into how to make a video. But we're about to the uncanny valley phase of AI. The voice and face are me...about as me as, well, me. Once I learn how to create better prompts it's going to get really interesting what even a novice can create. Brace yourselves...oh, and in case you didn't know it and no one has told you yet...love you, mean it!!

Getting to the uncanny valley phase…my face, my voice, not me, but me…reading Poe.

the frost thick on the inside of the glass and the stove has gone gray since the midnight turned there is a tic tic ticking but it is only the heat leaving the iron

i opened the door once to the long ash road thinking the dark might have a voice this time but the wind just blew loose soot across the floor

she is not coming back from the pond behind the orchard where the clay stays wet and the sheep won't drink the wool shawl she once wore still hanging by the lock

now a lone blackbird sits on the beam above my bed it brought the smell of the river mud inside its eye a small bead of yellow glass that watches the lamp oil burn the wick and will not let the morning open

** Following Poe's "The Raven"**

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i have known the ditch where the water freezes first i have walked past the last mailbox where the gravel turns to dirt and seen the porch light left on for no one

i have stood still when the dog down the road stopped barking and heard the sound of an old engine turning over far off across the dark bottomland

it was not a sound to call me back or say goodbye and further still...a hawk dropped through the pine boughs with nothing but the wind to keep it steady

the moon hung...a cracked white plate showing the frost on the weeds by the tractor path i have been one who stays out past that time

a rusted skinning knife gummed with old dried fat it must have dropped through the floorboards

wicker creel greasy salt stained leather strap on a rusted nail eaten by mice

crates of iron spikes bundles of tax receipts and the names we never called they must have burned in the ditch

yesterday's cloud is gone along with the nerve and the horse that broke its leg in the scree the winter the well went dry when the timber camp folded up above the white river

a free hawk soars on the high canopy and floats down the wind over the ridge line dipping its wings in the fading orange light and dares to claim the vast open sky but a quiet soul bound in a narrow space can seldom see past the shadows of the valley its wings...clipped its steps...heavy so it opens its throat to speak the voice echoes with a drift of disenchantment of things unknown but longed for deeply and the cry travels past the thick timber for the hidden spirit sings of freedom

you quiet shape of silence and slow time narrator of the hills who tells a story clearer than any spoken words what leaf-fringed legend haunts your textured shape of hunters of spirits of both in the deep valleys where the tree meets the sky heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter still so let the quiet chords play on not to the ear but to the inner soul bold lover on the edge of the forest you cannot leave your song nor can those boughs be bare when old age wastes this passing generation you will remain amidst our modern woes a friend to man to leave this single truth that beauty is truth and truth is beauty that is all we know on earth and all we ever need to know

a quiet...patient creator i marked where, by the open window, he stood solitary marked how to fill the vacant vast space of the canvas he launched forth ...layer upon thick textured layer out of himself ever building the ridge lines ever tirelessly smoothing the clay and you my own soul where you stand surrounded detached in the measureless currents of the world ceaselessly musing and drafting and tuning the quiet chords seeking open spaces to connect timber to stars till the bridge you will need be formed till the heavy anchor holds till the gossamer line you fling ...catches somewhere in the dark

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WMD

so we live in this nuclear winter a fragile ceasefire that, agonizingly….must never break our distance is weaponized peace as if always on the edge the ledge of striking…no… shattering we are two empires holding our breath across the divide careful not to bend because our gravity pulls like the static before the sirens cry it is a miracle we haven't triggered the fallout left to our impulses our ghosts it’s safer if we keep our borders closed for the grieving stars

...and the quiet earth

tomorrow there will be thunder and lightning the rain will sting your eyes and the wind will try to blow you away

tonight

there will be only poetry

high tide breaks upon the shore rushing through the moonlit dark water leaves wet my whole body begs for you pull me down ...swallow me

wild winds shake the forest bamboo bending to earth it does not break ...shatter why did i shatter so fast at the first whisper of you

the moon reflects in the well shatters when i reach for it

slowly returns to alabaster ...whole ...full how do you still look like home after all the storms we made

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so you pack your bag in quiet hours before dawn leaving a debt you know you can never properly pay the threshold watches you with sadness of a tearful parent who gave you everything until they had nothing left to give you step into the dark carrying the heavy burden of abandoning the place the people that taught you how to

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