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They tell us to hold steady,keep the ground firm,but the ground itself shifts-silent adjustments beneaththe weight of old decisions.Change rolls in li..
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The street moves beneath us,shifting without command,we say we walk freely,but the road has already been carved.Someone chose its shapelong before our..
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Secrets remain shrouded, unspoken,yet I see them seepinto the spaces between breaths.Truth, as it stands,refuses the grasp of words-it thrives in the ..
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O Lord of ecstasy, of frenzy, of the unstoppable tide, Look upon this withered world and laugh! They have traded crowns for shackles, Strength for saf..
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dithyrambic in style
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A no longer quite fresh season continues,hopefully one that still is able to be filled with-- poetic journeying.These days have found mea prodigal to ..
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people are our real legacy;one day sure, entire poemsshall have been forgotten,while remains a phrase ora feeling drawn from wellsdeeper than memory c..
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"the altar"they lie there-
brave, frail,
the same.hands, cold,
pretend to hold.no saviour.
only the knife.
the gasp.(you think you feel?
you thi..
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"they spoke / i / unlistening"the words fell
like dead birdswe were all
already
ghosts
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The winds howl their raucous decree,Sea-born gods bellow- -wild, unshackled!Foam-crested steeds surge forth,Brazen, unbridled, shattering silence!The ..
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