stars flown
by Tanner Brockwell
stars flown
or flew or as oft was once
they were new
the crisp crink lo
sputtered forth
from crucible
the bellows roar
draw the heat
and infuse
mingling the heat and shine
unearthly brew
that is from energies
sublime attempt
see the only rush
that would end a sudden
and rise again
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At night the dreams often seem
by Tanner Brockwell
At night the dreams often seem
Like travels in-between
The possible and the real
There inside in deep
There is the sense of awe
That other worlds can be touched
The slanted pole of duplicity
All things neat yet disarranged
Walking past remembrances
A sultry summer day
Slides slowly in to evening
And stars are jewels of a kind
That crystallize so sublime
With slumbers I would find
That other place or time
Is here is now
And how are the impulses more real
Mor clear that they should out of midst
And inbetween
Bubble to the top
With a rush that oh so heady push
Burst like Rays across
The sunset rosy set for we
And we shall wait awhile
Until that fabulous frame should drift
Like unto an unworldly ship
In passages betwixt we felt
That audacity was near to find
Then rose the gossamer clad host
And soared to cross this sky
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we are bright
by Tanner Brockwell
we are bright
as the myriad stars
in the dark field of night
that sparkle and shine
each in their way
a story to tell
in union the outlines
of fabulous beasts
the basilisk
the green dragon
a mermaid consorting
this starry field
that shifts and flows
aery waves of the deep
on high that cosmic tide
carrying elementals in changing states
that ebb shift and fade
between points
between these matters
that come as unity
an aspect of guidance
an ability to transcend
that in a blink of an eye
flits far cross the sky
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mirrors of the soul
by tanner brockwell
mirrors of the soul
the windows meet
that dew drops sweet
of intent
far from long days
for sunsets
tinged with purple
a knob knurled the tree
that leans against the clime
that pushes from west to east
every morning the boughs upsticking
catch shafts of sunlight across
the sky is a vast work so vast
my hands cannot cover the complexity
of orbits of bodies of celestial color
that doom grey dust of lunar sand
that quiet cold without escape
and when the solar rays light
the surface is warmed beyond life
supremely abject calm passing calm
then dark then night speckled
with salt grained totality
even passing once this eternity
and passed again the revolve
of motions complex and capering
that guide the way
and so the stars have yet
small motions to begin
for everything moves slower
and slower and slow
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