White-Binder Poems  

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Sight is better with some large
mountain pass like great, flying turtles.

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A humble man begins to pull apart
and draws his love out into the spaces where 


he knows, precisely, what it is that is needed.
Year of instructions, many highways, and guardians
looking up into the blue sky, wondering who is flying
to the coast this summer.


Humble because his task is so simple yet difficult;
difficult beyond measure simply because he believes
the truth is substance rated up there with civil law suits
and furious crowds at games.

Humble because he knows it all  disappears.
Humble because he knows God exists and moves
the tiniest bug, lifted from an open wound of Earth.
Humble because he knows that the intellect can trick
as fastidiously as the imagination can. 

Humble because he see's the top of nothing and celebrates
Humbled because of the persistence of truth thrown against the facts.