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I become a youth in apparel that glittered Lived, was alive, in the holomatrix of smardust There in that attire, I wore The garb of m..

Places among the stars I knew my insides were Quantum gardens, treasure-places Of distant beauty Shed no beams so close Upon m..

There was before me, Mile upon mile Dreams upon song The world, until all was lost I clung to the hand of my friend But ..

Making quaint progress I've done ridiculous voyages Had the hulls and sails to myself Mystic shadow, bending near me Who art thou?..

Is there a witness to my little life Someone to hold me Leaving black terror, limitless night My tiny throes, jargoned faults My s..

Yes, I have a thousand tongues With a billion voices true Neurons of the heart Dead in my mouth Clamor in the self Ranges in ..

I do not want to conquer bodies, tonight But win over hearts, with kisses That pour into sweet oblivion Creating life, ingrained wi..

What are poems good for If not for the night of ourselves To drink our essential twilight With roses and light, broken corners Of th..

There is a rumour that you were here In your children, in the golden memories Of time returning definitively To the rootless Earth, to fields..

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