Sam

My father wasn't afraid of the end of the world
He knew a guy who would always survive
In a couple days they will finally be in the woods together again
How this world didn't end I'm  not sure

It sure surprised my dad
He was perfecting an alternate skill set
Things that would not come handy in this world
Sam had been there and back

Upon broad shoulders burdens find themselves home
Highways in jungles
To a small cottage
The future an everyday affair

There was more than I knew
Would do with half the life in me at death

The Longest Hour

Time zones come in more than one size
Rightly you might wonder how
Many things are not taught

The minutes and seconds in synch
Distance illusionary
Problem: our ability to understand not the reality

Scale,  size,  shoal spiral relative
Two dark stars collide
The universe shaken but does not shatter

And so am I strong daily
Relatively certain hours tarry

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

Revenant

You need to live long for long things to happen to you
I learned a word seldom used and  find use
My revenant of all the things going on there is you more
Back from a form of death I first thought worse

People come and go they do not return from any great abyss
Generally we progress in all ways
Hold so many things that we do not drop
Enough to find little time for those left behind

A few will not stay in the long run
We leave behind those things that will not come
Unlucky can find luck
Love does unloved

My revenant did not return from nowhere
Back from us to what is me
Certain things I carried even when I was so young
with more less burden

These tangents of so we are
Off where we go
Some make one choice and never lose
But they do not win

Others so long and wide searching
Find more each moment
Chosen by circumstance circumvent
Find victory after not winning

Each their own and you my revenant
Amputated amplitude amplified not gone but missing
Not yet here but no longer beyond
There is something I would rather do
A person I would rather do it with

There was a big enough universe I occupied
Evicted to a larger one I found less
It takes very little and was enough
There was just a bit less possible

A time I did what I wanted was us
All the ways it was good and better
Then I did less but was more
Out of this nothingness creation love chipped off

There are ways established to leave things behind
No procedure for those that return from so long
My revenant of who we could be
Of who we are