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The Blog Bog
The Mag Rack
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The Sea
There are no gods behind those hills
The sea does what it does
By the moon's ebbs and pulls
It is fruitless to want
Nothing returns to regret
A laurel grows
In the cracked cement
Beneath the faucet
Jutting from the wall outside
Leaking in the hot white sun
The island is
Not an island
Across from the cove
The rising rocks
Are all there is
Together
Facing each other they
Make a pathway of the sea
The sea
Turns
Returns
Reaching
The sky
Bends
Over the sea
The hills climb
Become mountains
And fall
Over their crests
Into the sea
Neil Heims__
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Portrait of A Lady
She stands perfectly still.
The quiet of the night haunts her.
A crescent moon is waxing.
It will be days before it is gibbous.
She breathes in and closes her eyes.
When she lets the breath go,
Stillness embraces her -- she sees
Out the window, steady her gaze.
The window touches the night.
She nods as if realizing something.
The car motor jumps; it
Roars; then the sound goes away.
She opens the window.
Exhilaration makes her giddy.
Neil Heims
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Night
The streetlights burn the night
The gates to the park are shut
The café chairs are turned upon the tables
A lone girl wearing headphones
Is going somewhere
He sees her pass
But cannot look
Before she is gone
Before he can take it all in
Streets tumble down
From the crown of the hill
It makes him dizzy
To keep steady
He holds the ground with his feet
The air is charged
There is too much electricity
Not enough darkness
Neil Heims__
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Nothing
I do not know where nothing is
Where boundaries touch
When thing and nothing twine
Perhaps where
Mourning waits
Before sleep wakes to grief
Or when the sun at midday
Ablaze above the sea
Recurs in luminous reverberations
Inside the undulous water's
Blue and swelling skin
Meaning waits in waiting
Waiting waits in expectation
Seas become
A flood
An arch of water
Fertilize the mud
It is not truth we seek
A balm rather for the heart
Poisoned by regret
Revelation arises amid subversive beauty
Becomes a thing when words explode
Releasing an intensity of light
Shadows dissolve
Nothing remains
Neil Heims__
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