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gray feathers once had an enormous wingspan now merely a shortened lifespan and the flying is all in my mind not the reality ki..

little fingers in a big city street corner strings plucked by begging fingers the nails bitten down to skin, raw skin against ..

a January outing epiphany's coming but not a Jesus thing or a Wise-Man thing or some crazy brilliant star in the sky ..

Account Closed isn't much to say the words have already been spent grief pursed between lips of empty pocketed, shallow sweet-not..

Undressing the Ghost of the Information Technology Future snowy blisters, sledding downward reindeer games, intriguing night ..

a fifth of sanity a splash of Beethoven the swirls in serious collusion dark waters silent ponds no sounds, just vibra..

an old poet's kingdom the dusty pile of books on a desk of madness i wrote with purpose once then the keys lost their wa..

the picture is crooked the plaster is chipping and cracking pieces falling to a welcoming, understanding floor yet my heart is ..

the other side of the equator simplicity's solstice clouded complications whisked away heart's vault dusty remnants of love ..

Hunt your brown eyes penetrate my dreams the stare through the underbrush of my convictions i feel the us that could be ..