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A Poem by Dean
The mind on course is nothing but obtuse, recalcitrant and leaderless. Silent particles stream by unnoticedand a soul doesn't care; the stopping ports..
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A Poem by Dean
It is the hovering time,moments made to bear defining.Someone should declare when it is night;the dear white ghosts slip down the corridors,wordless, ..
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A Poem by Dean
My daily walk for exercise has changed;for there are souls along the pathI have not seen before. Oh yes,the regulars are there,and smile at me, too of..
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A Poem by Dean
So it is you who will impart her soft, sweet scent of breathin one transcendent journey over time and spaceto reach me here, suggesting to my heartand..
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A Poem by Dean
They made the wilderness their womb,the lairs of beasts their motherland,and in their eyes, the fire their godhad kindled from a spark of spirit flint..
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A Poem by Dean
There swims in each of us, a catalyst for dreams,an urgency that calls from shores that never were,a twinge of terror, lining distant paradise,uniquel..
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A Poem by Dean
(This poem is dedicated to Beryl Singleton Bissell, whose book of this name reveals her love affair and sometime contretemps with God. I thank her for..
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A Poem by Dean
We speak the language of the dead.That which we describeis only echo in the empty hall of history,a ghost of memory, imperfect,whispering against the ..
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A Poem by Dean
A choice presents itself: to wind the strings of memory around my longing state,or find the breathless candle at the endof a long corridor of time tha..
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A Poem by Dean
Outside, a world of grey...no one there to share the braveryof weakness, only those few ragged leavesthat fight the wind beforethey resurrect, low fly..
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