works with words

	Norman Allan
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	Works With Words

	intentions: posits a who I'll find the words they'll not be clouds they'll pin something something will be real something we can hold on to an anchor a north star this moment this moment I can hold on to it its safe safe now or later I'm going to hunt an intention an intention… what's that? I've been thinking of pain and loss can't conjure your face there's something missing what a thought it goes on… towards dark and light it goes on words parolé they'll not be clouds second draft

		sometimes I felt so real sometimes I turned into a cartoon sad in the revolving days



		Between two lights The girl in the moon reduced to shadows

		It's a matter of happenstance and the deal and the grave The deal God made with the devil Do you remember the train in that old black and white film roaring through the night? And that same old movie the calendar's daily pages falling like leaves The flickering days blown in the wind? Our lives like leaves our memories Cleopatra on the Nile I saw her in the distance before Vesuvius blew me away through the clash of swords down the ages or a rape which side was I on? Time that was the deal the devil laid time and space and all of this impressions Put the paint back in the box it's Sunday morning rest

		He wasn't your regular Jesus but he blessed me just the same

		out of the shadows wondering what sort of fool I am







		are there words before and behind twined in the grain of our lives and do they meet

		norman allan as the universe

		Alysia's full face is complex strong and strange her profile is beautiful which aspect which facet will chase i oh it was the coils of her hair Alysia is young is still shy doesn't yet know that she is the sky



		what words could wind here

		it would take exquisite words to embellish her why waste them just so

		I was not old and fading or wrinkled I was not sagging down the page except when I looked in the mirror and then who looked back I don't remember me and all those fading days

With words… to grab epiphany

With words before and
aft she stood before
the academy.
I did not know
her answers.
I still
don't
He'd waxed
the
surface
and
therefore
couldn't
stick
the ink
I'd
wonderer
if it
needs
words
in
the
corner

I stand before the academy,
transparent, shading into
the wood. The community
looked through me, sightless
I marshaled my thoughts,
afraid of thoughtlessness
Why would they judge me ?
How would I know.
No time to edit
I stand before the academy,
transparent, shading into the wood.
The community looked through me,
sightless I marshaled my thoughts,
afraid of thoughtlessness
Why would they judge me?
How would I know.
No time to edit
Stuck with the moment
I stood before eternity as
vacant as adickie bird,
wondering why,wondering why,
wondering why Icame.
This is for Jesus,
cause He'son my tongue.
He's in my eyes.
The days are short,
the monuments so meaningless
and words so often empty
Trivial, my attempts
to grab the moment,
To grab epiphany


		here's a word

		I think it needs a deeper text I would embellish it with words wondering if its voice or ear or what that's thinking this hoping to conjure something

		I have no words to weave through here











		I wish to change the parameters I was looking for black







		... I just ...