23
Jan
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even in a circle there are lines
and beholden memories
that transform the ageless wonders
they scatter like prisms
in a torrent of angles
presenting truth and desire
the form and the formless join
and glad tidings are cast to the edge
delivering the essence of matter
the square and the four sides are known
they enclose the firmament
in boundless degrees immeasurable
the dust of all things collects on the razor’s edge
a sharp blazing strip across the skies
bordering the gap between the here and now
and in the forest there is life
it all fits on a map of the future
compass guided and born of tangled frequencies
make of this what you will
but know
all the thoughts of nations and men
are but the tiny black-ink droplet
a scribble on the great author’s page
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/23/12
27
Dec
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i rise to the cold
and to the distant sound of rain,
triumphant in the morning wake.
the birdsong follows me in the showering light!
i amble over stony gravel,
a scratching song beneath my feet.
familiar is the rhythm of the day?
each new morning my heart is unstrung
and must be tuned anew,
for the shifting day,
a file of papers
and words that flow across copper wires.
the hallways are quiet,
warm air rushes about
while this lonely soul beats out a tapping…
racing hands along the lettered board.
but there will be suprises?
and blue vinyl horses
dressed in their sunset orange might.
there will be devices
and words to create.
thoughts to be delivered
to the weary souls aflight.
come back to me now!
oh day that has gone.
forever in the unwaking silence of sound…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/27/11
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