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To have left a note would have taken away from him the flights of his mind.

:- Doug.

Think, in conversation,
You become permanent?
Nay, permeable

:- Doug.

In conversation we call into being
not the permanent person we seek
but the more beautiful permeable one

:- Doug.

Poetry is how we know a person
For surely her complexity
As we approach turns and dances off

:- Doug.

For all I know it started at the top of the stairs—that bubbling and laughing from my parents—I wanted to talk—it took fifty, sixty, seventy years—who knows?—to shut up and hear out the complexity of each person—and just today there opens to me that they are music and pulse and circling—poetry!

:- Doug.

Music it was that mysterious thing
My parents downstairs bubbling and laughing
So it started I wanted to make that
Behind the talk words
To discover I needed to listen then hear
Persons are complexities
Complexities are poetries—music!

:- Doug.

If guns is the answer
What is your question?

:- Doug.

Did you know you activate
A rising physiology
When you bring your curiosity?

:- Doug.

To activate
your rising physiology
open up your curiosity

:- Doug.

Conversation brings forth inchoate flowing phenomena.

:- Doug.

The empty spaces
where they can flow
where they do flow
are not empty but open
be

:- Doug.

Journey further
On the terrain
There is no deep

:- Doug.

Fleeting
is the quality
of continuity

:- Doug.

Also on our rounded planet
Every down and in is through

:- Doug.

Before,
They were to me tall weeds with blooms
Now,
I know her first name, Lobelia
Brilliant cardinalis, my dear friend
Backwoods
Fount for hummingbirds and papillon

:- Doug.

complexities
of conversation
are we

:- Doug.

Shall we recognize that our own world is multiple, is fluid? Therefore must the same be of our friend’s . . . person?

:- Doug.

Finest is the pressure of
mortality on our dawns

:- Doug.

What if what we think we see
is not the thing that is the thing
but shadow of some old fart’s thought?

:- Doug.

Emily wrote a letter to the world
Might we to dying our own letter write?
Better, to our friend, to tell our dying?
. . . about our flowing, flowing together?
. . . about our inter-inter-stitching?

:- Doug.

Attempt to recognize
any understanding
is one among a crowd
this is all we can do
this we all can do

:- Doug.

Free of me, free of you
Free of words, free of meaning
Here

:- Doug.

Conversation lives both
in our words
and beyond

:- Doug.