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held in one place, secure balancing
a thousand stories about myself,
my Scheherazade, wearing masks
of words. how many ways are there
to spell fo..
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we have had many suddenly seeded dandelions,
sent down for wintering, remarkable happenings
to us (birthing into manifest destinies) yet I am
the ..
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I didn't know sadness had a hunger
a well that pulled at sinew, the tallow
of my one light burning slowly out,
suffocated by opacities, desires
fo..
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Sorting through faith is worse
than losing socks in the laundry.
the whirlpool gods often demand
argyle sacrifices; yet I am mismatched:
saints ..
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I used to know a lot about light. I could
keep count the circles it would run about
tugging on shadows to draw them long
across the hillsides. Slee..
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yesterday was the last fight, I felt
its warmth glaze over the gold grasses
the sloping into deep ravine valleys
wet sashes, clinging to their aubu..
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A year ago, I learned about Milton's obsession
with light. Not only from radiant spheres
above but, whole wisdom of this framed
picture, this snaps..
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Colter
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playing with high language.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_of_Assisi
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