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A Poem by Dean
Here lies the peace you seek,always in loss, always remembering,a jog in time,a partial feeling that intensifiesupon reflection; there's avirgin edito..
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A Poem by Dean
Your poetry is dark, Mark Strand.I want to emulate it as I hateeach line. I want to cast it out,then hold it to my breastas the defeated one who knows..
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A Poem by Dean
History is our targetand its offerings are all we bearfor there alone rides wisdom,there alone is gain; the vanquished are the vanquishers this night,..
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A Poem by Dean
You caught me, didn't you?Indulging in a vacuous realityI'll never understand, nor truly knowfor it is merely locus of a bold phenomenon we call synap..
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A Poem by Dean
All right, I admit it.It's hopeless, and I have no shame.Fact is that I may say what ever I wish,listen back without a reddened countenance,shed all c..
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A Poem by Dean
I thought of emotion. I thought of desire.What of that, you say?Plan as we may for what is to come,it does not exist, has not, will not.And there is t..
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A Poem by Dean
Meditation Out LoudThere, on the crux of discovery.Not within the self, the light emerges.Particles flash, form waves, and then display that which app..
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A Poem by Dean
The other day on my evening strollI thought of the many timeswe are the victims of misapprehension.In my reverie I met a man who stopped mesuddenly, a..
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A Poem by Dean
Canticle to the WindThis is the place I build my world.A funny little god, fussing about the raw materialand without a clue about completion.Beside t..
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