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The water is smooth likeA silk blanket thrown overThe suffocating depths of our bed.Our bodies glide like eelsThere's no stable footing for thoughtOn ..
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Not Your temple,
This body is
My tomb.
Slumbering bones
Dream of life, and
Wonder if it was
Worth the sorrow and
The strife up t..
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A drop of water in the sea,
A tiny, transparent eyeball,
Lidless, restless, open to it all:
The sun, as it makes its rounds
Like a lord s..
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One day, I’ll ascend the narrow path,
Sit on a rock, let silence speak, and I shall
Receive all that I want, all that I seek.
One ..
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There was a tree in the garden
Branches gnarled, trunk thick,
Heavy-laden with fruit to pick.
But oh, a storm of violent winds
Tore i..
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The bright colors of imitationEventually lose their luster.The canvas sags under theProud weight of haughty kings, orCan bear the hungry eyesOf the bl..
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Oh remembrance,How stern a tutor you areTo make me recountEvery tear shed at her bedside,Every detail of herTortured, saintly face,Every sigh, every p..
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He arrived: an unannounced guest,
Coming silently through the door.
He paused to shake my hand and,
With a thud, he dropped his luggage
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We protrude
from the earth like
Pillars
of stone, like swaying trees,
Like horizontal
burial mounds.
Names of
the dead on gravestone..
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Stay a while, and divineMeaning from the wreckage ofThese disjointed lines.Words are the tools ofDreamers such as IThat would hold backA tide with a p..
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