inspiration gleams a crest
amid prosaic sea
tossed and grasping caps
tides heave and slap
hollow volcanic rock
tonal syllabic pops
like seabird’s yawp
moon power produces
stream of work oft unheard
beside sea-foam flotillas
heaving life’s gyrations
cycles like breath the
deathly boredom compels
rhythmic articulation
quick and passing infatuation
perfect desire flash paper
an effigy consumed
loving life without meaning
requires just such distortions
enraptured by a swell
and crushed by crests descending
all parts of same, ideas and memes
like faces in a cloud
feats of delusion, tricks of perception
love, un événement,
quand même un divertissement,
in a breath, paused, suppose
imagination unravels
a story, a romantic traipse
chatting on a seaside villa
toasting exotic wines
recounting the day’s idyllic
vagaries, piquant vignettes,
then breathe and release
the fantasy in disdain
as an optical illusion,
a place too far away
separated by too much chance
too much concern and complication,
love as a titillation numbs
us to the everyday sensations
and weakens the will to work
the husbandry of relations

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Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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