PRINCE AT PLAY (Seoul Pets #2)

Prince of Gangnam, those other dogs are your friends.

You must be kind to them. But instead, your young strength longs to be first always.

Do not forget your comrades.

Fast-runner, majesty, slow down. Do not humiliate them because they are your loyal friends.

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TENSION OF PRESENCE

A human being is content searching for form. My spirit flows away from me, reaching back to this Earth, returns to me anew, a force of Becoming. I am a river that ebbs and flows. ME crashing into NOT-ME, just as this world is eternally unrestful, always at war with itself. Constant movement presses us toward the present; we are carried onward, but we may clutch about in fright, lurching forward or retreating into memory. These are the integrations of a tumultuous mind: thinking that it is, needing to be, yet becoming something unfamiliar.

HIGH AND DRY IN SANTA FE

It is snowing. Looking out the window- I sit in my room waiting (no car, unmotivated [city on COVID lockdown], oh well). The snow looks like Dippin Dots. It rests on our balcony. My wife went out, came back in; now cotton candy-like fluff all over. Only water. I wish I had my car but I really don't have anywhere I want to go. My eyes drift to the yellowing leaves, intermixed with fading greens. The ivy, by contrast, is going red. I want my car. I have nowhere to go. Without it, I feel stranded in the middle of a desert.

EXILE

1. Permitted one day: collect things be beyond border or else. 2. A broken circle closes behind me. I spin-off indefinitely, absent gravity. 3. My memories disserve me—I must leave that life behind again and again; again and again. 4. I see familiar forms. I think I am home— I slip into an abysmal zone— I gaze into a labyrinth of memory, sink into a haze of yesterday’s today. 5. I did not abandon your memory. It might return.

Mind of Moog

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