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Conversing serves to
or ought to
enlarge worlds

:- Doug.

You have only to search
           Your own body
For what is given you
           An arm a leg a heartbeat
Given by your friend
           A freshening
Of innocence

:- Doug.

The craft worker sees
The leader has sight
But two friends, talking, receive
Vision in exchange for their fear
Of opening eyes

:- Doug.

When you have only the power to weep

:- Doug.

We have a story for every filling conversation
every time we meet as persons
not of blood are we but blood of stories

:- Doug.

You are a secret
wanting to be known
some days

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2408

You two, sitting there
talking
humans half formed, forming

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Dark matter
Dark energy
Dark matters

:- Doug.

You remember saying things
I never heard you say
Or don’t recall you ever saying
So we each think the other
Is losing grasp of memory
Or even enjoying dementia
Or at least employing it

:- Doug.

What if the far shores
had not been created?
Are they the reason
you travel?
To see something
marvelous? A thing never
before accepted into your
world of what’s in the world?
Just so from there others
travel to your shore
and marvel. Just so,
travel opens
the eyes of your mind,
and conversation becomes travel
and this person a shore rising

:- Doug.

Is truth small
or large? red or green?
Is truth?

:- Doug.

What is light? Where does it come from? Fire. Nuclear reactions as in stars. But also from sea creatures and the foxfire of fungi, from eels and fish and fireflies, and we probably have not found it all. There is also the luminescent materials in dials, hands, scales of navigational instruments.

:- Doug.

We start off in one land
Find ourselves in another
Such is travel
Around the province of
Conversation
In the neighborhood of
Meeting

:- Doug.

Conversation is irrational
flesh, earth
universe

:- Doug.

I am an un-guessed
spinning world
longing, maybe, to be guessed

:- Doug.

What parts of myself have I not yet given?

:- Doug.

Read a poem
by each line’s last word
a fine net cast for its scent

:- Doug.

Think of: your self before there
were words; and now returning
to mystery knowing

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2407

You are, for conversation,
Unprepared.
No matter. Open.
Breathe in, this one.
Breathe out, kindly.

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Why do we make photographs?
Why do we stop us in our tracks?
Does it take a light-speed shutter
To find how much in our lives
Of which we only stood out front?

:- Doug.

The earth, my earth, a ball of rock,
chewed to pieces by weather and invisible
organisms, becoming soil,
sprouting green and all colors,
softly, amazingly

:- Doug.

A thin cloth covers over. It obscures. It is grey, woven mostly out of what we think we know. This grey fabric hides conversation from us.

:- Doug.

Why do I devalue what my hands have done in this life?

:- Doug.