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A Poem by Dean
The door is closed. Behind it arethe congregation of the saintsand as the silence churns, each listens.From each tower flows dharmata's peace,the sum ..
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A Poem by Dean
The golden grain stretched out like sheetsupon the Kansas plain, like birthright, innocentbehind the festered sun.Some were unaware of upstarts in the..
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A Poem by Dean
It was the Greeks who asked the question first: what is the good?There are some answers--tentative.The stumbler thought of happinessand how it crept u..
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A Poem by Dean
Your world is just aboutto branch away from minejust as the two of them convergedmoments ago, and settled in;out of thousands that I see each daywhat ..
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A Poem by Dean
One may not name them, for they diedas faceless as they lived, their monument yet unseen, its peak above the clouds,remembering what they would not, p..
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A Poem by Dean
There goes the question man. See how he walks?Deliberate, and not like others...not at all.His lust, unlike our own,is for the shadows right and sinis..
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A Poem by Dean
These are the words that write themselves,phrases struck in steeland driven into me,borne of tablature and burning,speaking only of their silenceas At..
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A Poem by Dean
They were naked and were not ashamed,pristine, unknowing of the world�"unknowing of themselves, the undertowto draw them down,beneath thei..
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A Poem by Dean
What may be saidof the phenomenonperceived just once,and almost not at all,that were it knownacross the galaxy,would shake the stars?Might it be liken..
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A Poem by Dean
How is it I draw near to youas I approach this common ground,yours above and mine beneathconnecting our mortality yet stillsymbolic of the separation ..
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