Miners

Simple words come from deep places
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Combinations

When they go on strike the revolution is secure
The root one of a few words we first understand
How we have a languages mine

We create complexity
Dig it out of the earth
Use the words in ways no one means

Mistaken and broken time again
Express what your real  not for everyone
A few from billions

Useless Skills

Less is more this we have always know
More connection brings only difficulty
Tasks get in line take their order
Or they lose focus

Remembering your dreams include these waking parts of us
The ones which you could easily confuse
Life can be good

This poem is about other things
Ones that no one mines

When I See You

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is not questions I have for I know the words
You experience more than you explain

Somethings need each other
Fire find warm
Ice leave cold

There are not sufficient ideas yet
Yours are needed
Mine what you give

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is ok to want nothing
Even when you have all

Somethings need each other

Double Images and Strange Corners

We see things in our own way and meet in these places
What I look upon I soak in and takes possession
I watch only variations upon a theme
Life crawls in corners and makes itself warm

Images and these desires for what might be
Yet contentment for what will
These should not contradict
There is something wrong in your math if they do

Mine is far off yet still can be counted upon
Do you have enough to stand
There is more lost than I have
More than needed one day on the beach

I was there no one else came the looking
There is this element and dimension and friend
Very mathematical and alive
Places I have not been there are also

In this tapestry I find me
And nothing foreign