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Perception's Edge

by Kevin R. Carr

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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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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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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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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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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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released February 27, 2015

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