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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Portage, Wisconsin, 1927

.

A footpath

of concentric

rings appears

in the awakening

of a dissipating

mist; a reminder

that in the radial

threads of gravity

and resistance,

the beginning was

always the center.

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[presentsofmindhypnosis]

She imagined A life Where beauty Wasn’t her Disguise and She could Take off her Shoes and Dance unnoticed In a room where The music inside The walls was No longer A requiem, But a symphony — Her breath A sunlit Lullaby, and Her heartbeat A serenade. . This one breaks my heart and sets me free at the same time. Follow @jasonarmstrongbeck if you dig 💗 . #presentsofmind #imagine #bisonjack #openheart #growingpains #iseeyou #subconsciousmind #disguise #egodeath #pluto #transform #dance https://www.instagram.com/p/B3PR_NXJCuT/?igshid=1seo7hxfwkfv5

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[savannahartwalls]

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Resolute Tree

.

Last night, in the

midst of a storm,

I stood in the bedroom

window and watched

the magnolia and maple

trees being mauled by

the wind and imagined

my arteries reaching

deep into the southern

soil and becoming the

roots of a resolute tree,

so that one day I might

learn what the trees

had to say about the

man in the window.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Good and The Great

.

Writing a good poem

is like repainting the

walls of an old house,

the famous poet said.

What about writing a

great poem? I asked.

A great poem has no

need of walls, he said.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Seminary

.

I am not

a religious man,

although sometimes

I wonder if the

reason I still haven’t

found my place

in the world

is that I secretly

believe in heaven.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Abracadabra

.

I have yet

to saw a woman

in half or try

to catch a bullet

with my teeth

nor have I levitated

above a crowd,

hypnotized a

friend or made

someone I just

met disappear,

but please don’t

imagine for a single

moment that

there haven’t been

times when I didn’t

think about it.

.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Language of Thought

.

What if the

language of

thought is

the fading

recollections

of the sacred

realm within us.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Suitcase by the Door (Chicago, Aug.31, 1933 )

.

In the back of my mind there

is a suitcase sitting by the door.

I don’t believe it is big enough

for me to leave and begin

again somewhere, but I like to

think that one day it might be

small enough for me to disappear.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Tiptoes

.

This evening, I stood

on my tiptoes to watch

the final flares of the

setting sun and imagine

you below the horizon,

beyond violet, in the

colors of our distance.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Close Cover Before Striking

.

And so, from

the failures of

our imagination

and the tyrannies

of our denial,

we emerge as

our own collateral

damage.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Mars Cafe

.

In late summer,

when it rains for

days on end,

the forests encroach

and the blades

of grass sharpen

and we become

the wild things.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

The Hill

.

In the final

tenderness,

may the quivering

needle in the

blade of grass

point to the

best of us.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Loft

.

And so,

with each

and every breath,

we stand at the

edge of a great

abyss on the

frontier of our

own unimagined

vastness.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Mexican Pete Cafe

.

In the little fires

and muffled cries

of all this unspeakable

sadness lies the

eternal vocabulary

of all our unwritten gifts.

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[thejournalofbisonjack]

Westview Cemetery (Atlanta, Georgia, 1906)

.

I am drawn

to the stranded

light that’s left

behind after the

sun goes down

for in the stillness

I am a walled garden

of nothingness

and abundance.

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