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Know what it does
Take the time
Leave your marks
But know the intent
I’ve seen what it does
I know where it tak..
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It will
speak to you,
Not in words or sounds but in
The simpler way flowers speak from the shade
The malicious way
stars flatter the night ..
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The visitant arrives,
It is the
bare, gaunt consciousness of the fragile a.m.
Holds
your hand and begs of you to pray..
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Awake at the three am hour as the train whistle screams reminding me of the tireless hands still embracing the American light. The c..
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There is a wickedness about this night and its toil of glow and ember, or perchance a ghost within the mid night's lantern that will shatter the darke..
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The memories fell far before I ever held them. The welcoming door, the mind enveloped, always in the shy awakening of the shutte..
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Closing my eyes, I imagine the world outside in its unusual friction, struggling to read the pages this morning. The Sunday sh..
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"It's not (emotional) numbness that hurts; it's the return of feeling."Out there flaunts a butterfly, mindful and flapping a hurricane. We are recipie..
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She aspired to change me,and in that cruel affair became changed within her self andTHAT changed all things; immeasurably.
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A mystery before me, the colors fading. Standing as a gateway lures, beyond appearance, beyond mere wood or the haunting grain that imbues, but rather..
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