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My work is discontinuity
of future to past and present
of possibility to despair

:- Doug.

Everything is not revealed in statistics
They are not even the way to knowledge

:- Doug.

Through the sieves and funnels of my work
I pour forth on life my message
Hope some spills over

:- Doug.

At the meeting place of two generations
our respected elders and the one just behind
one or two turns—this is where I work

:- Doug.

I am fresh
to understand the universe
to understand yourself
you cannot catch up to understand me
says the unfurling

:- Doug.

Maybe I am not a knot
and you are not a jeweled net
maybe each is yet a window
opened to the breezes
the great and open spaces
within our reach

:- Doug.

Speak I must
though battered about
or misunderstood
speak I must
this thing to me so important
give voice the power
the heart
the truth of me
the world has need
I know and swear it is so
for I am in the world
speak I must

:- Doug.

Geniuses, lovers, angels
I see in the faces before me
Some days more apparent than others

:- Doug.

When Dad’s body falls apart
and his soul is gathering in
is this family a roomful of strangers
or will we stitch together our hearts?

:- Doug.

Tolerant intolerant
including excluding
this one visits these each alike
ebbs and flows around them:
this one is called humanity
or divinity
or visitor:
this one comes and goes
is all there is
some wonder
was that a touch?
others ask
is that all there is?

:- Doug.