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Like a fuming engine, we rattle on
Fearing the day when we come to a
Lonely halt on some dusty desert road.
Our mechanical arms turn and tw..
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Storm clouds gallop over dark hills;
An eagle hangs suspended in the sky:
Such images of unexplained significance
Can turn a man into a senti..
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Before I came into this world, She
was.
A midwife at my birth, She wiped me clean
Of blood and tears with Her long red hair as She
Sang soo..
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O, your silence is distant
Like the cold shimmer of
Nameless, impassive stars
Sprinkling diamond dust on
A world of ash and dust.
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Pine trees stand like sentinelsIn a line along the footpath.What harmony and togethernessIn their tall silhouette and green uniform!But, a brief momen..
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the car engine gasps and
screams in panic when the
wheels let go of the familiar
asphalt, and float high above
the morning traffic on ..
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On the third floor of an old
Downtown hotel, you’ll find
Dante’s Buffet, where the seats are
Soft and snug, and the lights
A..
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The stage was empty save for an open window in the middle of the
back wall, a large standing mirror on one side, and a blank canvas on a tripod
on t..
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Our world, this blue, cosmic
Cyclops-eye turning in the dark,
Empty head of the infinite,
Is a false mirror, breaking
Pure white light in..
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The
hot branding iron of
Capricious
morality
Touched
the pale skin of
Human
freedom, and
Called
the knowledge of
Good
and evi..
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