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You who have always lived in the hot center of things--The molten cores, the stellar furnaces--May wonder what existence is likeOut here in the extrac..
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I should be so romantic
As to believe in renewal,
The phoenix eternally rising
From spent crematorium ashes.
But I know too much about physics,
..
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So much nothingness--It doesn't help to reflect
That the universe, from atomic scale
To macrocosmic immensity,
Is a void, devoid of cohesive matter..
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Beloved one,
Wherever you were yesterday,
Tomorrow may be empty of you, too,
And a continuum of mirrors,
Eternally reflecting nothing,
A corridor..
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On this creaking craft,
On this rock-a-bye boat,
In a daze I drift,
Through the night I float.
I'm transported leagues
Beyond sense and knowing..
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He arises in darkness before first light,
Chews on a mastodon morsel and strums
His gut-string lyre.
Later, he peers through the glacial wall
At t..
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O sweet bird of insanity,
How you hover and peck at me,
Petulantly,
Trill incessantly
Dawn till dusk.
Clicking your talon-nails
Castanet-like
I..
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In the cold of winter, all alone,
Without you lying next to me
To grant me thermal amnesty,
How will I wake from dormancy?
A plethora of woolly ..
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Little in the world is original,
For somewhere somehow someone has already
Said or done what you propose
With brightly beaming eyes.
The new ide..
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Two halves of a whole:
One who can put up,
One who cannot.
Stoic and starver,
Autonomous depender,
Cold water running,
Hot on the boil,
Meticul..
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