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A Poem by Dean
The time is always now;then come invent with mea treasure we shall never lose,for if there is no future time at allthen it may never force itself upon..
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A Poem by Dean
There is a sliver of the dawnupon the earth and sky,as escort to the sun that speeds the dayand will not let it die....that rushes forthaggressively u..
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A Poem by Dean
The sense of losstranscends accounting,hovering instead as that one giftitself uncountable, to rankwith heaven's stars as candlesfor a cosmosphere tha..
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A Poem by Dean
In traverse of the cave of my desire, the next is fashioned from an emberkeeping faith within, silent, simply thereas called upon to glow between my p..
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A Poem by Dean
"He can sit in a room, and not perish"*Or might he stand upon the deck,release the dove, and weep for years,not for its loss,nor for the triumph of it..
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A Poem by Dean
The waters of the earth are rising,capturing the little boats we left upon the shore,capturing the islands where we took our hopesof paradise, the tre..
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A Poem by Dean
We are the sweep of majestythat all the stars impartto the responding earth;no greenmade glory shinesbeyond the music that a mindcreates upon a page,l..
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A Poem by Dean
A man begins the search outside his headwith wondering, what kind of God would makea wind-up primate, hot to rule his world,endowed with nothing more ..
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A Poem by Dean
They are such tiny people,slipping in your blood streamunperceived as you, crusading, ride the clouds and seasexposing unseen cavities within the nobl..
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A Poem by Dean
Time is a coverlet of secrets not to be withheld, but dressed for the revealing, just as humankind sits downamong the gods partakingof the succulence ..
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