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I have finished
my combat with the sun
I and my old
body, tired animal skin
Like to bathe in
the heat, like to sweat
The powerful
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I
hang no gentle words, I regret her mouth
The
savage axis that my life used to turn upon
Her
sad mistakes, my empathy woke
Her
mourn..
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What a price
is a field, crossed often
On tip toes,
with wonder held high
To thrown
shadows, making deep impressions
In ournaivete,
t..
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I could only
say thank you,
My diagnosis
of my returns in you too immense
To fight over,
to squabble for redemption in your eyes
The ..
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Between here,
and my few moments of poetic justice
With sifted
sugar and damp beside the river of moments
I sell vases
of verse, blown of ash..
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Someone said they have a word
For the stripped bamboo in winter grove
Another Sunday afternoon, of thinking of you
A clot of snow in my throa..
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confessions of a heartbreak
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towards a poetry with a social conscience
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Revolution
will grow, a thousand times
In
the bellies of your sisters, but can it work?
When
the systems of dominance cling?
When
tyrants..
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