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Teach me how to put my linear reductions
back into the curvature of the whole.
I want to think out and up to the horizon.
I think I see the water tension of the world’s
tear ducts before a blink.
I think I’ll sit with the sunrises and
sunsets as they share coffee and night caps.
Come with me while the light dissipates and
the darkness rolls over the edge.
Sit with me when God calls us to look
unto the hills, the hills which huddle
their crescendos against the exhalation of the day
and the inspirations of the night.
The days and nights turn and roll
as we take them for granted.
That golden light which stirs the
pigmentation of our souls and
the dark that unleashes mystery
and quiet questions.
Will you come with me as
the sun lays in the ocean,
and the moon’s lunacy
paints us like a Geisha?
Gerald the Writer 
>So soft and contemplative. Beautiful.
>oh how well i know those linear reductions…paint us like a geisha is cool – you rock jerry!
>The poem reads like a love story.
>yeah i will…always wanted to be a geisha and share night caps with celestial bodies…smiles. nice write jerry…
>This was pretty damned cool, Jerry.Great imagery. I like the 'humanity' that's included in your descriptions, if that makes any sense. I kinda expected a line about that weird green flash that's sometimes seen at sunsets.Nice One Shot!
>Wooh!!! This is so nice!!!!!!
>Dear JerryVery interesting and powerful thoughts.. I enjoyed your words… like…'That golden light which stirs thepigmentation of our souls andthe dark that unleashes mysteryand quiet questions.'… ending is perfect.. thanks for sharing..ॐ नमः शिवायOm Namah ShivayaTwitter: @VerseEveryDayBlog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
>Very Beautiful read – calming, begging one to stop and take in the moments called life….bkm
>"the moon's lunacy" That made me smile. I like the idea of playing with words that have relationships linguistically!
>Love the imagery! the moon's lunacy… linguinal connections to ….
>Don't know how I missed this on wednesday. Solemn beautiful and profound…"That golden light which stirs the pigmentation of our souls".. like a can of paint, which we use to color the world. Very well-written.