Here are some poems by my brother, J. Archie Talkington:
Eye, Yi, I
Fire Fly
Sparks in my eye
Burning impression
Everything excluding
The indelible dimension
Beyond comprehension
Circular cycle
In all but the centre
Where the Most meets the Least
At the homecoming feast
Shake and shine
Quiver and whine
From the explicit divine
To the pork rind
Shallow and wide
Deep and narrow
His Eye and Hand
From the swan to the sparrow
Living?
Try not to try
Work at relaxing
Forced love
Don't fit like a glove
Like ice and water
Though the same
It don't matter
Strain to sleep
Waking dream
Life is like
A magazine............Turn the page
The Wanderer
A habit of turning aside for the moment
Loop the loop
Till there's no time for atonement
Seeing all
But only from the inside
You never stop talking
Even when silent
Give it up
To the outside of yourself
Hang the old
Above the shelf
And light you'll be
And light you've become
Touching the untouchable
Still standing on Ground
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