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A Poem by Dean
First there was experience, the man at dawning knew,gnawing at him, there before the fire when everythingwas still--a happening he wasn't sure of;perh..
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A Poem by Dean
It comes down not to what I seekbut what the rocks and flameand embers of a still pervasive spiritmake of silence that forgets itself.It is the metaph..
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A Poem by Dean
Upon reflectionthere is something to this business of a resurrection;there is space within us set aside to see the dead alive...to seethe Lord, and ye..
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A Poem by Dean
Tell me that it is not a waste of time...the desperationof an intellect that finally must look into the mirror, seeing just an aged, red-stained liken..
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A Poem by Dean
Look around you!See, the now is everwhereas spirits fly from fleshbent over drafting tables,sharing vision with the lastof Wright's apprentices.What m..
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A Poem by Dean
It is a curious tree of pathswe take to justify the place we are,the bold and sacrificial leap to insecurity--one step to left or right to overrideour..
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A Poem by Dean
It comes down not to what I seekbut what the rocks and flameand embers of a still pervasive spiritmake of silence that forgets itself.It is the metaph..
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A Poem by Dean
There is time to watch the eagle's talonsgrasping what it may, the arrows or the wheatcreating legend some will fight for, creatingheritage they didn'..
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A Poem by Dean
I stood before her;instantly there was a bond between us.For the moment only she and I--Persons, animals and all the sights and sounds around us disap..
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A Poem by Dean
First, it is our taskto find out where we are,and that is after we discoverwe are bubble men, and franticat the moment to escape each oneand gain the ..
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