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Refuge
Out in the wilderness
The cry has to subside,
The grasping must end.
With no books to weather
The violent ill-logic,
With no soft-handed friends,
There is only despair.
Or this: the blue serenity,
The cold stones, the calm lake
Of the mind as the mind
Dissolves.
Seth Jani
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Breadcrumbs
The power that moves the world
Tearing down the brown grasses
While offering honey with its other hand
Is enough of a mystery
That even the soft, dissolvent sun
In the rooftop’s daydream
Is searching for a clue.
Seth Jani
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Deep Corridor
The anchors ignite
In the sea’s dark bottom.
They are measureless there,
Kindling a light
The bulbous inhabitants
Pass in disregard.
Nothing in the cold edges
But subtle transmissions of blue,
Degrees of fog, trenched confusion.
In that deep corridor
The drifting temperature
Is like stepping through particulate air,
Or the nervous systems of ghosts.
Seth Jani
©Aldo Vigliarolo, Primitive 2
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The Receding Frame
It is a long time before
You realize the leaf is only a fabrication,
That the autumn light which shines
Falsely through the window
Isn’t a light at all, and that the window
Only exists so you can understand
The enduring depths.
One after another you peel back
Their luminous skins.
At some point you give up
On the center.
The truth is geological
In its breadth and marrow.
Seth Jani__
©Aldo Vigliarolo, Primitive 5
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