Symbol

Is it a symbol?
A symbol you didn’t see before?
Is it a symbol you always saw?
Is it a symbol which means more?

Am I a symbol?
A symbol you didn’t see before?
Am I a symbol you always saw?
Am I a symbol who means more?

Are you a symbol?
A symbol you didn’t see before?
Are you a symbol you always saw?
Are you a symbol who means more?

If I’m symbolic, so are you.
If you’re symbolic, the symbol is, too.
If symbols of people saw
people are symbolic forms, raw,
sacred would be the symbolism
behind symbols, beyond law.

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Alcoholic Octopus Ink (The Kraken)

The self is an anomaly of time–
a glitch in the matrix
within an unforeseen composition of matter.
We feel self within a macrocosm.
We experience being within a setting.
We know what we know,
not through knowledge,
but through awareness.
We sing letters as sounds,
seeking new modes of existence,
uncontemplated before today.
Has the Day a magnificence
that can only perturb such thoughts into Night?
And has the Night an allure
that can only produce such lines?
Where from comes exalting dizzy rapture?
Out of a blue sky or blazing sun?
From a full moon or dwarf stars?
From a symbiotic relationship
of self to all of these—
to see the pigments of Eyes?

Peoples’ Love

Some are in love alone.
Some are in love being gone.
Some are in love together.
Some are in love a part.
Some are love unnoticed.
Some are love in start.
Some are love in ending.
Some are love from heart.
Some wander in wanderlust
to the next one-night-stand.
Some wander alone, untouched,
without a guiding hand.
Some unite in marriage
to express love’s devotion.
Some unite in marriage
to divorce life’s commotion.
Some divorce when the devotion’s depleted.
Some divorce when the commotion’s needed.
Some move on to experience the self.
Some move on to experience the world.
Some stay because they don’t know what to do.
Some stay because they feel True Love with you.