![The Ticking, Linear](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Nothing is certain
She said to Uncertainty
At the very grip of change
Even she, could not swallow
The precipice of time
After all, she was b..
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![To Seal This](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/7a6f6958b7cb709500963f4a3237bf37.jpg) |
Now I remember you built me
A special place in your heart
I remember it so well, becau..
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![In the Brothel of Magnificent Alienation](https://writerscafe.s3.amazonaws.com/stories/thumbs/d94eb7c606d011ea8249ae04c006dd2e.jpg) |
Abstinence is the last
Gratified desire I can own
Since desire is only
A planting ..
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![Hymn from a Garden Invisible](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Does a picture improve hits, testing testing 1-2-3.
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![Glorious Virgins of Literature](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
This is for the holy virgins who are most likely
Fifteen, so filled with morning’s longing
A symmetry of spring & summer
Oh I know! I..
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![Myth of the Laughing Universe](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
There is one prayer
Caught in the hearts
Of every echoed soul-in-forms
I can hear it in the
Lamb’s innocent call
Shepherd of old
I..
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![Glassy Lights of Capitalism](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
In a chandelier of empty-clear coke containers
It came to me, transluscence is key
These mornings so full with angular ice
The strange drunken ..
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![Metallic Self](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Late in the day
There was a gradual clearing
Of the fog, like in middle-age
The crisis past, the youth
So Maligned, we laugh
To ourselves, ..
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![Here Mouthed the Flutes of Hell](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I quivered with just a look
It didn’t take long to pass
A pause, a hook
And the subject was dropped
Rooted, in the left atrium
Of my li..
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![Lessons from Scandinavia](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I paraphrased lunar November
Into velvety December
Until I could feel Jesus hanging
And children singing Christmas carols
These were the gold..
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