why it's men who frequent bars alone

you flutter like a shapeshifter flirting with shadows
here as your best only when i don't want you. and
this city your home moves along countless elusive horizons
unsynchronized ceaseless conveyors
manned by infinite gears greased with silence.
this might be for each a playground if only for the glass
all the clean green glass reflecting a northern expanse
swept under before remembering it will shatter again.
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i once knew art and walking about barefoot
and waiting for sunrise to sleep
and i now ponder life breathed into
half versions of me
to again afford discovery of a chance
for everything again for the first time.
i want to be there when it finds its last wildness
so i can reassure the beauty without:
the light we don't see in between stars
the sounds wide enough to find harmony only
with moving crust and a massive wall of
opaque water.
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you are here before me plenty these days
offering that half (to me) or to any other joe
finding this sidewalk solid this hour.
you have my apologies but i am the light of myself
and you are of a spectrum i cannot yet see.
i am sorry but it still glows back east
i can see this as its valleys are the oldest.
yet the rains here have ceased
and the western dogwood blossomed 
white once only. here.