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Edges of Perception
01:02
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Projections of emotion
simulate solid life
in lunar radiance
of blue salt,
strewn casually across
a black sand beach.
Ponderous waves
of muted apprehension,
a lonely ebb and flow
over dry shoreline
in rhythm of disquietude.
Cloud shadows loom
at edges of perception,
insinuations of gloom
lurk along margins.
Indeterminate in time,
impenetrable dark
fades to decrepit light.
Cadences of breath
anticipate awakening.
Invisibility recedes.
Kevin R. Carr (2013)
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2. |
Captive Soul
02:56
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He has been set aside,
removed from love and comfort
bewildered in confinement.
Confused in isolation
from his partner of long years,
he asks, but cannot understand
words devoid of answers.
Oh, where lies the burden of lies?
Oh, what of love and duty crowed?
Sweet dreams offered up
in replacement of existence,
a vacuous banality.
Tighter ties that bind away,
divide a sacred bond
with tall facades as barricades,
implacable and austere.
Oh, where is God in all of this?
Oh, what delusions must project?
His cries for recognition
of lonely emptiness
are reconciled with rationalities.
An elder innocence is lost
under avaricious zeal,
and failure to foresee a need
to guard against the guardians.
Kevin R. Carr (2014)
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3. |
Notes From Fever's Edge
01:45
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Time manages to drag along
yet leaps from place to place
in rhythms that are too complex,
or barren of structure.
All that I see is dulled and dim
beneath a gauzy drape,
though it pulses with a secret life
which I’m not sure is really there.
Flashes appear from time to time
bright lights in the corners
where my vision meets its blind spots,
still observable behind closed eyes.
To breathe needs conscious effort
head and chest congested,
hungry for heated comfort food
yet unable to get up and cook.
In this bubble of misery
lush waking dreams unfold,
memories smile with irony
I’ve paid good money to feel this way.
Kevin R. Carr (2011)
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4. |
Prairie Rails, 1:51am
01:10
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Vibration.
Slow thunder spreads across the floor,
cheap motel art
begins a soft shoe tap
on paneled wood.
First cry of lonely warning
raises memories of home.
Second howl;
rolling isolation rushes nearer
in the night.
Rumble and rattle evolves
to rhythmic thumps,
ring of iron wheels.
Crescendo!
Bright defiance roars itself to apogee,
falls away again to lonely.
Rumble. Thump. Rattle. Ring.
All begin to fade away,
as one last howl of longing
reaches out across the dark,
soothing soft return to sleep.
Kevin R. Carr 2004
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5. |
A Sidewalk Affair
00:43
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I noticed her looking at me
as she passed my sidewalk table.
I almost looked away,
without consideration
of a need for introduction.
Something in her eyes
made me stop to reconsider.
As I turned in my chair
she changed her course
a tiny bit, in my direction.
Our smiles felt coordinated
as we recognized connection.
I reached my hand to touch her face
without a hesitation.
After she sniffed my fingertips,
she strained at her leash
to let me scratch behind her ears.
Kevin R. Carr (2012)
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