Brian Oliveri

Deep Mysteries

I had written a large book of poetry that of which I have narrowed down to 175 poems.

The Oceanside was once
already a common refrain
Early one winter morning
a soft crunching grain
A more gentle awakening
penetrating temple quite
Despite enhanced silence
a sea-level infinite diet
Absurd intimate rhythms
clearly vivid sufficient
World watching sunset
leisurely seasonal efficient
Side effects spiritual power
unobtrusively designed surroundings
Panorama picture window
upstaged easy soundings
Hypersensitive manifestations potential
innocuous sunlight smoothing
Share of attention setting
conditions particular soothing