Pulse

A message from nowhere,
Here it sits.
In contemplation
Of unknowable perspective

Whirling around, around, around
A pool of conscience
Testing
Testing
Watching
Till the movement gives
And the lights go out.

In, out of time.
On, off, on again.
The space in-between creates the universal pulse
To which one dances.

‘Til

Bars closer than you know.
In the throat
Or as slats of oblong oscillating bone,

Tautly strung as a web of ideas,
Holding floods in their film.
Damming them
As a fire to be set free.


-Ben

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The Difference

…The Moon and the Water…

So much talking about normal
When I don’t understand
Why do you not understand.

Do you not trust me?

God knows I’m an amnesiac…
Everyone’s entitled
To their own great expectations.
That’s fine,
Pinpointed,
But I’m me, I’m mine.

Just trying to see
The fine line
Between the words
And the meaning.

Whatever the Mothers and Sons bring
If you decide to watch,
Not just me but the others too,
Let us Fall
On stone or soft grass.
As scars heal,
We’ll have the feeling
To know the difference.

Please,

Let me let the space in.
To be,
And to find the courage
To feel the difference.


-Ben

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Universe

I the Universe explore myself

I can see myself through many eyes

Green trees and colourful flowers

And rage and pain and all of the things

Supple I play with shapes and lights

And smiles and giggles and places and nights

However could I find myself tired of this game

When there is so much to me

To explore and to name

I the universe explore myself

Aren’t I lucky

-Ben

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