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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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“No sadness is greater than in
misery to rehearse memories of joy.”
~Dante Alighieri
Long
ago, I beheld their lovely faces
Ma..
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Round and round on her carousel
We ride, laughing, dizzy, blinded
By her colorful, flashing lights.
As children, we hold on tight,
Belie..
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The machinery of monotonous
Days have been chiseling away
At my hardened ebony heart till
I could taste the bitter woodchips
Scratching..
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my
restless, bleary eyes open,
seeking
a vision they can’t behold
in
the world of dreams
where
you are not.
you
have become fl..
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the confines of the world
cannot hold the circumference
of my mind, nor is my imagination
a flock of geese fenced in on
a poor farmer&rs..
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The topic was prompted by a friend.
This is my take on the well-known fairytale.
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Like a lone dreamer scanning the skies
for signs of intelligent life, for so long
I waited staring at the distant stars.
At last, like a neve..
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