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of passage

passage: from περᾰ́ω  (peráō)

​to go from one side to another

to pass through, over or traverse, cross, esp. over water

(intransitive) to penetrate or pierce (of a pointed weapon)

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I am

    I am what I am

    which is not

    black; pushing

    against hundreds of years of

    repression.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    man; hiding

    life-long fears of submission

    in patriarchy.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    chief; losing

    the simple fact of my existence

    in dominance.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    flesh; trapped

    in the charade of worship

    of the body.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    wife; stitched

    to a dream of man, children,

    motherhood.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    citizen; crushed

    between the unending pull of

    politicians.


    I am what I am

    which is not

    yours; content

    to be shadow, cheer-leading your

    life’s parade.

    She loves

      She loves you,

      like the bitter frost

      loves winter’s cold, true

      passage.


      She needs you,

      like the weary desert traveller

      needs the mirage’s ghostly

      presence.


      She wants you,

      like the cranking windmill

      wants the wind’s battering

      embrace.


      She’s lost you,

      like the tired lighthouse

      has lost so many ships

      passing.

      Unaware

        captured unaware:

        in a moment thought private

        but actually public;

        the mind

        slides sideways

        leaving the body bare.

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        COLLECTIONS

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        DEATH BY AGREEMENT

        some seem to have agreed a pact for passage.
        tidings hard to fathom.

        STRANGE WATERS

        experimental forms and thoughts that seem to come from elsewhere

        AS IT IS

        here now: this is what we find, this is what we see, this is what finds us

        TRACERY

        second and third associations. words and shapes.

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        ANGRY RED SUN, PALE SHADOWED NIGHT

        a second stab at a book-style tranche of writings. formed in the end not entirely how it was intended.

        THROUGH LIGHT

        first steps. written mostly past midnight through dawn. night muse visitations.

        WHO AM I?

        Strandloper, edge-dweller, being. Sometime poet.

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        This site began as insomnia. Soon there were enough words for a book (Through Light). A little later, another collection was almost a book (Angry Red Sun, Pale Shadowed Night). Then came snatches of someone's thoughts from somewhere (As It Is). Dark tidings have also been received (Death by Agreement).
        Along the way there are words on a plane (Tracery).

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        WRITE_1: a write of passage.

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