Poems by Walter Heineman
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Home
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| little use |
| there are no promises |
| what do i want |
| you cannot disappear |
| out of its mouth |
| the center of our universe |
| thousands of monkey breaths |
| releasing the bonds |
| the self |
| time and space |
| what creates joy |
| nothing like that |
| one door |
| swimming in the night |
| vaguely aware |
| my sense of direction |
| the presence of time |
| turning there |
| even though he said |
| replace existence |
| sounding for those of us |
| stray songs |
| when the hour comes |
| cornering me |
| even the voices |
| i find the way |
| somewhere |
| every time i wake up |
| next to or in |
| one leaf |
| occasionally but always |
| existence dances |
| the image people |
| when i want more |
| is consciousness |
| if you believe |
| when it is profound |
| gradually tangled |
| the travel group |
| at hand |
| the spirit is a traveler |
| is the eternal |
| two lifetimes |
| can you measure |
| what would it mean |
| downstream |
| winter does not have to think |
| cannot be called back |
| time does not respond that way |
| all the birds |
| speechless those fragments of light |
| in our image |
| the lesson was a parable |
| the last understanding |
| carnival smiles |
| unmentored |
| within its own mirror |
| gathering the beliefs |
| joined in |
| without a perimeter |
| the rumors |
| the always sounds |
| existence is not shaped |
| the different tastes |
| trackless reflection |
| instincts walking |
| lived in their world |
| because i am in it |
| once there |
| when it is over |
| i had a friend |
| the hours no longer count |
| this moment of clear disturbance |
| fox leaping |
| subtracting or adding |
| there is no walking |
| again |
| needs a story |
| will it be |
| nowhere comes from |
| seeking what is |
| unacquainted |
| nothing is a thing |
| if things |
| it seems that we never see |
| tracking |
| all of the birds |
| when all the dreams |
| the heart does not |
| if it does not |
| no one answers |
| movement |
| not in the room |
| outside of the nothing |
| there are no surprises |
| reality is only one thing |
| she challenged me |
| to end my rumors |
| not all |
| can the mind |
| if the winds are quiet |
Back to home |
