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Flickering tiny flamesIn the endless cold ofBlack spaceLost souls drowning in a sea of deliriumMuttering, shuffling likeConfused, aimless straysWhinin..
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It’s not the silence of little babesWhose tears run dryAfter a soothing lullabyIt’s not the silence of the sphinxBuried deep in the sandWh..
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His once proud figureNow shrunk,He is an ancient childBecome too smallFor the big hardwood chairHe’s sitting in.Oak, perhaps walnut,They both ar..
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Ignorance is an
old coat
To be discarded,
though many
Won’t part with
it, treating it
As treasure to be
well-guarded.
Like..
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The water is
drained;
The rice fields
are cut;
The sheaves lie
in neat rows
Like patients in
hospital beds.
I see you, though
‘..
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Shallow ponds or
Rivers wide,
You’ll wait for me
On the other side
Mighty fortress
Walls of stone
The fires burn
To guide m..
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Was it the excitement of expectation?
A day of looking up at painted ceilings and
Gaping at soft, white flesh carved in marble?
Or, perhaps ..
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Gaunt figure,
gentle savior of man,
We huddle in the
trenches of your
Furrowed brow
where you hold us
Like a thought
you can’t let..
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My hands that worked in
This lovely earthly garden,
And for my transgressions,
Palm to palm, often begged
To receive your pardon; and
..
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We were little red leaves,
Fallen, assumed dead,
Blown into a heap,
Carried by the wind of change
Past walls built with the
Steel and..
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