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KASIM MASTERS
When Alone

When alone, the universe
your companion becomes,
when in company or attached,
the world narrows,
to just that person;
why then be tied down
to attachments, and
narrow down the sphere
of cognizance to a few,
when the whole universe
can be your domain!

To be alone, is not lonely
to be, but in the company
of the self, which in you resides;
loneliness comes only, from
attachments made, which
when they wither or fade
leave a vacuum, and thus
make one lonely to be.
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BEN PASSIKOFF
Incident at Bowling Green

         Early in the hour of birds
         you were standing in my stare.
         Seagulls in temporary choir
         circled your silence.  Othering sun
         polished your newpenny hair.

        Boats in harbor intoned the total
         mourn of cracked French horns
         arranging air while our saluting
         neurons twitched in sync.
         A leap of lightning arced our eyes.

         An ululation of two lobo solitudes.
         An interval of sperm, and birth - - - -
         and then the gonging of the boats
         again, and sauntering of pigeons.
         And shoes and people.

         Full-time bodies and the hang
         of clothes amid the corporate spires.
         The stir of hurry, noise
         of money, and the choice of morgues.
         The moment closed about us like water.
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watching skies
day and night
clouds and not
through striped squares
clicking like broken film
following rail rhythms
no time for rhyme
      -JH