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A Poem by Dean
From on the bank above the bay,I see the passing ships embracethis newborn world of me,unknowing of my captaincythat maintains their coursealong horiz..
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A Poem by Dean
Time's world is porous.One may slip between the fabric weaving,journeying upon the back of art and music,poetry and meditation,and the offering of lov..
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A Poem by Dean
Scarce a year it was before my birth,that Lindy set The Spirit downat Le Bourget one nightand all the old voituresas suddenly lit up the runwaywith th..
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A Poem by Dean
One can almost hear them whispering,knowing they are linked to usand more intense than memorythey cannot stay within their tombs,for by some sort of g..
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A Poem by Dean
The dead still walkwithin our memories,and breathe and smile and talkinside that strange preserve we keep,a room still redolent with lifeabove the box..
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A Poem by Dean
I write of paradox,the catalyst of mysteryto flood the desiccated corpus of romance.I write of stark obsidianto dress the silver of the night.I write ..
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A Poem by Dean
There is a moment when the senses fadetheir beating on the walls of personhood.It is the moment when the test begins,the probe into the secret places ..
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A Poem by Dean
If a light thinker, I am superficial...If ponderous, I am the elephantin the room, unwanted and unloved.If I think at all, I am minority,wandering fro..
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A Poem by Dean
It takes a manner of a sweetnesslaboring each day to build a faithforsaking complex structures,knowing there's a paradise afoot...a stubborn joy that ..
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A Poem by Dean
are artful,fluffy,homemade treatsthat tantalize when I am hungry--and always leave me ravenousfor truth.~
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