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I'm seeing
just me
some old dog
just being
fleas and all
eating alone
folded under
living bark
on my own
beneath a crown
of frown and crinkle
outrageous wrinkled
lichen under a canopy
of brilliant
twinkling stars
every single thing
mother earth
feeling and encouraging
ring and crest
a courageous tree
at best final
tall growth
into fallen log
each precious
standing forest
outstanding
very special life
that stands content
forever true
truly earnest
but surely
I am
just one
amongst many
one of just a few
being here
seeing now
fearsome matter
just like
brilliant Saturn
beckoning light
even contritely
revolutionary Mars
some atoning hermit
reckoning with insistence
heedful man
I'm just
sleep alone
I must be tired
needful too
someone old
a worn out bull
not many wants
yet those haunting
human desires
still haunt me
I'm still awake
for awhile
dreaming endlessly
sometimes heavenly
sometimes even sensibly
I'm hemmed up
in mystic richness
richly remembering
my upward style
still that
sweet desire
a living trend
no boundaries
without a fight
freely tempered
no actual raging
free of contempt
imagine seriously
my age fulfilled
I'm still having
seven reckoning points
duly glistening
towering antlers
horns of plenty
my bull elk response
so speaking openly
nature's resource
blowing up balloons
glowing and rising steadily
adventurous playing
seriously plucking
my existential harp
even more readily
those twenty inches
such splendid ivory
no resentful worries
concerning power
but hard yearning
integral signs
steadily maturing
alongside evolving nature
forever outside
our revolving sun
nature brooding
flooding life
with torrential showers
this old man
our crying moon
signing and sighing
while planning
superfluous dying
my shining war tines
all life's fissures
I'm forever scanning
forever measuring
raw red issues
just not just a fed up
old dog and man
steadily plowing
I'm replanting
old ideas
old demands
but now I'm done
evidently furrowed
burrowing beneath
ancient cornfields
there are those
mournful stories
scornfully describing
sorry cold slurry
I'm melting ice cubes
conscripting cold winter
bring on dripping icicles
hear my bold warning
gripped by glacial
something residual
nature's ancestral time
yet I'm marveling
thinking about spring
where I'm digging roots
where I'm even more
such marvelous digging
cultivating deep furrows
always delineating
forever infiltrating
sweet tilth within
my wealthy garden mind
admiring that health
conspiring with tall delphinium
what sublime religion
reading violet's short poems
singing assorted psalms
consorting with fortified prayers
bundled within immortal
all that chaos
all that calm
some where
I've been
now clearly
inside and outside
wearing my poetic coat
warmly reframed
by divisional winds
I'm forever swearing
wearing blameless
rubber boots
shameless stalkers
my barn and garden walkers
with grassy roots attached
all that fibrous stalk
medicine with herbs
tinctured monk spells
recipes of relevant verbs
compelling orders
of sweet swollen plums
another holy row
of ripening red rhubarb
tall stalks that show
truly something officinalis
what gorgeous
herbal glow
all that flowing verbal
beautiful showy flowers
residential tradition
I'm smelling it all
still just dwelling
some condition
just an old codger
glistening too
listening to intentional stuff
every lost mystery
grieving lost earth birds
mourning lost ornithology
mother earth's feathered species
so what is left
whether wrong or rightly
hopefully prayers arresting
demanding extinction
but once again
I'm an old dog
without saying
I'm wishing
praying for something
framing a better world
instead of that
other frayed one
some coming future
more or less
dumbfounded and bereft
clearly it seems
I'm wired
sired by that
old dog tone
remaining entirely
tirelessly unmuzzled
invested in buzzing
best at expressing
a shell and seed game
what's under
shell number one
my old garden blunders
shell number two
storms of fire and thunder
more moral exposure
shell number three
reposed with goats and cattle
always raging on
ranging daily
tying up runner beans
my saviour
weaving palm fronds
for daily wages
a flavoured scene
that fruitful act
full moon
actually clarifying
every tactful night
so I wonder
what now
could it be
more wonderful
but everything
seems broken
my civilized life
continually refurbished
burnished with
some human charm
still while I stand
disarmed and staring
investigating what
seems alarming
yet I nearly
always trust
hope to see
some cryptic sign
must be mystical
perhaps just
an optical thing
if not marvelous
something still
like obvious
this old man
carving up old dreams
still should I confess
could you meet me
maybe somewhere
perhaps half way
we'd share things
comparative me
unto miraculous you
we'd climb heaven's stairs
find those treasured things
amongst collective surety
resurrect with clarity
something purely
yours and mine
time surely
has come
to define
heaven's purity
even through
indefinite obscurity
let's not fear
living within
every ancient
old man theme
I'm squinting
I still want to see
down every mystic road
within every mystical scheme
I'm cupping my hand
behind my one half
my other deaf ear
I'm admiring
deferential creation
through all
these inspirational seasons
each with its own reasons
all this consternation
hovering below
those brilliant constellations
stars into words
magnifying galaxies of sound
something fully profound
retelling ancient stories
universal diamonds and gold
behold bold science
all this unfolding
worlds of glory
unreservedly painting
rainbows and spectrum
all over my unabashed
old man ways
remission eclipsed me
scripting elliptical
encrypted verse
smelters forging
irreversible things
I'm sold
on gold and silver
befitting all that glinting
consecrated and descriptive
primordial sound
resonating bliss
something I found
conversely reverberating
clearly inwardly me
outwardly knowing
inner old man
even onwardly
my obstinate ways
ascending mountainous plans
amending old man miles
recovering from avalanches
occasionally discovering
even stellar smiles
those seasonal frowns
I'm just an old dog
crazily laying down
lazily sitting around
unphased I'm listening
displaced rocks are talking
I want to be
in that special place
somewhere
over hearing
life's conversations
atone with long lost lover's
gather every version
of life's love stories
recover some
of love's glory
so I'm weathered
yet I'm delivered
still I'm alone
immeasurably
all those old bones
buried in old mother earth
I'm in with that
whether or not
home in that zone
I'm inhaling
regaling legend
exhaling narratives
all that sedimentary
elementary stories
chapters upon layers
from birth to death
ones falling from heaven
duality and harmony
relating to tone
reflecting precious glory
lighting pathways
revolutions of worth
contextual enlightenment
there's old man in that
living a mulberry morais
on how to find home
morally I get relentless
I cry and moan
always try to imply
intelligence and inference
deference replying
those old man morals
just living and dying
that intentional crust
so it comes
a must experience
trusted education
residual guiding
showering us
adorning justice
with how to be
for God's sake
reason knows us
enraptured by meditation
each bloom
every lotus flower
captured with each incarnation
growing and floating
on top of
my glowing lake
envy is flowing
watching you and me
old dogs and old men
dreaming for dream sake
all that precious cream
such delightful inspiration
touching insightful stories
all that mystic legend
ancient mystery
mythic solitude
entangling vicissitude
old dogs and old men
history and gratitude
involving songlines
resolving insolvency
refining life lines
defining evolution
unraveling ley lines
all those significant
sacred things
admirably traveling
into that remarkable unknown
resolved with solvent water
old dogs and old men
all that resolvent fire
involving divinity and spirit
old dogs walking
sacredly alone
enraptured by old tricks
fixed with true dignity
my old man escapist desire
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