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1 of several more poems to be written.
I. The Chandelier Ballroom (a crystal ballroom in a cave i saw on planet earth)
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I,I, I,I......It's not meToo and fro around we goThe Hum of the TV is coming through the doorI can't make out the voicesI wonder what it's like to bu..
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The Olive grove glistenswith the white light of the moon.A slow, hollow light, sliding downin fluorescentbeads and settling,quietly; it collects in li..
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rolling rhythmsa steady swinga modern swing-jiveand slidebehind my earsand curl up be freethe whisps of smokearound and up and downthe rolling hills o..
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i wrote this after reading garcia lorcas early poems.
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The colors;
Radiant colors
Amidst the ever ether
Suspended
In
Little white pearls
And the perfect form
Of luminous g..
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.La tierra del fuego
The shrill cries of
natives echo, skipping over the
Cool, still, water.
There are no glimmers
of light
Left dan..
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a wave like amber
fell upon the cities
and the beating
of the mortal machine
ticked like a clock
pounding between the cracked
columnsof concrete..
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In the soft, Green, Valley
of voices.
Where the children
of the day
beat their drums;
O Sweet whispering wind
carry me
on their rhythm.
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In
the Light
I AMa Wave,
Summoned from the depths
of some unmovable
pitch-black
spring.
In
the Dark
I AM a Vibration
echoing across the mo..
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