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She
lay there cowering on the floor
spitting
and screeching, taking it.
He
was a bear dressed in man skin,
wild
with fury, coming at her,..
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(We
revere youth's flawlessness,but it is in our own aging anddying
that we give life,an echoof our ownbrief blooming.These scars
that areleft be..
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My ancestors live in me.
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There will be a thousand days like this, she said
her face to the sunlight
We will walk along shores, uncharted conversations
rolling over sand, he..
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Spiraling inward, this big bang
Fibonacci god-
taking apart the fine petals of
creation
( heads swimming with the patterned
leaves,
their..
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My fathers
chiseled symbols inred clay stones andelevated gruntingsquatters into men, married pictureand meaning
within fine etchedlines- digging gr..
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Let us
conjure moonlight dreams,while you pick your memories upout
of the blue velvet,wet lips on wood sticksand blow.Pretend
I am your blue moon..
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She's at it again-
head hung over columns of numbers
smartly dressed with the hint
of a halo, the light shimmering
overhead. All around files, ..
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This crisp, frost tinged sprig
shoots forth from
harsh ground
and I gape, staring
in awe of its substance,
fire ready to lick clean
the..
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About holding on to moments, living inside them, letting them live inside you and more about letting them go and moving on, like the rock in the river..
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