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A Poem by Dean
From his promontory,space divides the emptiness beyond,permits a blinded soulto look upon the void withinand view eternity.It matters not; there is a ..
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A Poem by Dean
To look around the corner of a time, a hovering,and know that there is more, a gathered mistof portent stealing comfort, roiling waterscalmed amid the..
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A Poem by Dean
Life is a fabric, isn't it?a crazy-quilt melangerepelling and attracting fantasy and myth.So pain and pleasure claim reality,never sure of which ascen..
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A Poem by Dean
There was a yesterday, pulling at my mind,disclosing the expected mundane selfreacting, not inclined to throw the clayupon the wheel, to love without ..
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A Poem by Dean
The role is servanthood,that which belongs as some sweet entitybut dangerous, a tendency to fulsome loyalty, a liquid unction serving as supporting ar..
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A Poem by Dean
To crown the foil of window's questioning disclosureand an afterthought�"the ready sweep of old terrainthat would not seek completing, onl..
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A Poem by Dean
But is it true?Does flesh impartthe spirit heart with mysteryto synchronize its beating�"fare its child with golden historybeyond its bloo..
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A Poem by Dean
Over the plain of sorrowscreeps the gentle beating of a sigh,a breath too soft for trumpeting,a faith too self-engrained to move the world.It is the s..
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A Poem by Dean
Oxymoronic anathema,that such a citizen exists...hung up on country love and hating communists.Partial to red, she is,suspicious of the blue,white to ..
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A Poem by Dean
See the images parading, passing, falling back into retreat, their rest still unassuredwhile restless mind may hover o'er the field,to feed upon white..
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