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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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Like a dreamer that wakes with a jolt
and
Grasps the tattered fabric of his quickly
Fading dreams, I’m gasping to inhale and
To hold y..
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Blood drips from billboards,
From headlines, oozes from
Slick screens, soaking white flags,
Taunting us like a matador’s muleta.
Th..
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How slow the moments go
In the dingy boat of hope that’s
Tossed about like driftwood
In an endless sea of woe.
Like a flirty mis..
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The slim string of thought
Slips and sneaks through the
Prison bars of fingers tired of
Holding on to reason.
I rise aimlessly, weightle..
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Art washes away the dust of everyday life.
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Pouring out of caves like bats,
We navigate this world of
Narrow alleys, where we
Live and die by jungle laws, and
Fall down into sunle..
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Squint your eyes
Hold your breath
Walk fast, but
Do walk through
The sick ward
In a hospital
Once in a while.
Go in the summer..
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