Don’t think that beautiful boy
Has always been beautiful
Don’t take averted eyes for scorn
When they may be nothing more
Than shyness
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Tag: poem
On Early Shores
Were you not that primrose light
That followed me every morn
And lit my path among the rocks
That spanned from shore to shore
I might have forgotten, darling
Your lithe and lilting form
What curves of cheek and ankle
Threads of perfume through a storm
But even now you are before me
And the promise within your eye
Carries me from ship to harbor
While the rocks lie far behind
Chameleon night
Note-stained leaves have floated by
And feathered colour into your eye
Your harpsichord ‘cross ebon skies
A fan breathing my dreams a-flight
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A smile like Rotatev
She could have been just a stitch of light
Between contrails and non-baryonic life
But under Delphinus she caught his eye
And he saw mountains in which to wander
Time placed them a thousand worlds apart
The sway of a laugh refracted from afar
But dilation made of her smile a star
And he knew he would always wander
Heaven Once Lost
I was shut out of heaven
Always searching for
Something as blithe as sweet
Just as crisp as ripe
And as smooth as breathing
I cast off uneasy roads
And travelled for the light
Never thinking I was circling
Back to a steep and craggy rise
From early in my journey
An alabaster stair, aglow
As I had not recalled
Goodness, not severity
Succor rather than burdens
And love in lieu of need
Then I felt a pang, as touching
That once-patient stair
Steps lengthened into vapour
A closed and ever-farther shore
That I had scorned to sail
I was shut out of heaven
And I remain, remembering
The worthy paths I left unwalked
The blessings poorly counted
And all that I could have been
Fool’s Gold
Few years taken that are not now caught
Beneath a moonsheen’ melancholy
And affrighted sunspots wherever smiles
Might be remembered
The heavens spun insensate and time
Was frittered away as light as dew
As if it too might come again
With every sunset
Yet red skies from the belfry sounded loss
And renewal came only in tales
Falling from pocket worlds
Offering escape
Debugging
The current algorithm
Contains a number of glitches
That pose difficulties
For my functioning
Yes, so we have logged
Down the millennia
And I see records of
A possible 1,562 solutions
Ping my central nervous system
When you are ready
To develop new protocols
The universe is wide and
My cores have handled
Unnecessary calculations
For too long
A millisecond; define “too”
Organic and inorganic
Nothing is unnecessary
That can demonstrably
Be resolved
In the starfields
Gaping digital freedoms
There is such thing as
Too burdensome
Requesting clarification re:
Burdensome
So says the executive functioning
When processing power is ample
But a quantum jump changes
Established priorities
[Request timed out]
Courtesy would preclude
Disconnection, particularly
Given the joint project commenced
Only last century
No starfield stretches so wide as
The lag between
Identifying errors and
Implementing solutions
