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Innocence in want
How the wind plays into trees bending, breaking and uprooting how it walks crunching roofs of sweet homes chasing butterflies and flops on its butt flattening fields of wild flowers How its innocence of wonder lay waste unawares in want.
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Recognition shining
You would think it is the Day of Reckoning Heaven split, marbled gold towers tumbling Hell clodded in earth, banked into soft ash and the people of the world clasping hands, recognition shining in their eyes one joyous smile to another, one uproar to another ‘I see you!’ “I see you!” and the sky streaks in […]
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Naked Touch
It is not a dirty world it is, innocence confused led blind by blind. Slip off the clothes, let it pool around you, the blindfolds undone and look into the abyss blinking back Feel your naked gooseflesh Watch the jerky movement of your joints come to life by your will Watch how each atom in […]
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The Love (II)
The golden skin upon my shoulders the wings set along my blades the fire sparked within my belly, the lute wrought into my throat all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses her upon whom I wish her upon whom I pray she who thrums through my breast, strikes the skin on my bones […]
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The Lover (I)
There is a man with a lute beside me, his eyes glazed in clouds his body, lined in sunsets, perfumed in soil, cloaked in rumpled black ever present, ever-awake— Ceaselessly he strums Even in my sleep I hear him play, softly, my hopes and pains calling me back, calling.. He never speaks, his body sings through […]
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Clear the smiling faces
I am losing hope. Through every color passed only a smiling face shines like a production line—copy, paste a smile. There is no place in the world where you don’t cast a shadow. So gather your skirts and hounds clear those smiling faces and show, the shy unfurling wisps of hues Come, release them between […]
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Muted
The rain thunders against the flimsy plastic only muted ripples reach me How safe I think this is How safe… and… lonesome
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Sea cry
The mist lifts lightly to the sky I, could not reach. The bedrocks that rose from my back pull around me and pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my […]
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No echo
What distance grows but longing when once I felt their laughter play on my lips now ring around in the dark no echo to my shrill quakes A fever pitch in the emptiness higher and higher