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My Next Movement
In this moment
I stand
Every direction do I face
At once my next motion
Ultimately unknown until moving
to itself,
my choice to move...
That impulse
That moment I stand before
stepping a forward hand
Before moving
in any way.
I relish in what
I'm about to do!
It extends into itself
Myself every choice,
Every chance my urge persists
Move swift! But then
Hesitation,
O hesitation bliss
Holds me near dear and not amiss,
From standing still tight
I choose now moving rightly
And it is in this now it dawns
That frozen moment is gone
Gone before I had gone
in progress born,
Now every moment is now
The most mystical moment
that moves through me it moves
to move me
And move us alone...
All must move.
I choose to move again
A joining of motion
Returned to choose again
Here I go….
That impulse again
I freeze and see
Which direction for me
Is most free.
The surge is in me.
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Jazzman on the Bridge
A broken man plays
A broken horn twisted
Upwards upon the bridge
Overpass left walkway
Music blues tin ancient new
I toss him a coin
The ledge over deep splash
For his hat claimed he
Was the flowing river clean
Abandoning wealth in partiality
My payment let go
Appreciation for tunes
Played so willfully soothingly
Constantly my ear does hear
The music played sweeter
My weight lighter indeed
For so simple is such
To drop a nickel
into the sea
My Words of the 11th Century
They discovered of me
What I am about to say,
"In an ancient cave
Of the eleventh century
My words are found,
What I say today,
The only words heard
Are those words I await
To speak to say
What it is in sound I dare delay:
"I yelled so loud they heard me
In late 932 A. D.!"
Was written upon walls
Or so says me!"
I said I said
Said me!
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