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What for and why can't you delight
In sphygmomagnanimous, spicate spring?
Throw out the shutters, inhale like a bellows
In reverse, run higgledy-pi..
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A vast, forbidding wasteland stretches
From sea to stagnant sea,
A parched, cracked, and arid continuous beige,
Unwelcoming and unforgiving.
Sur..
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The Fool who stands blindfolded, bare, and square
On the hurlish blind curve of a railroad track is less of a fool than
The Fool who ignores the..
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The world is hemorrh-raging--
Dark spots rise to the mottled surface;
Desperation is a fog that rolls across the water,
Obliterating logic with the..
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There is barely satisfaction,
Let alone joy,
In lowering the boom, tightening the screws,
Herding a wayward flock of one
Into its psychic pen,
Fr..
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Where admiration and pity collide,
They fire up a contemplative kind of fusion,
Producing heat and light
That neither spur nor illuminate
The huma..
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The rail-thin farm boy,
Such as he is at age fifty-one--
Still innocent in some ways,
Corrupted in others--
Preserves a fresh face and wholesome s..
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We are all fitfully stirred into action:
To break down the barrier between us and others,
To throw out a lifeline, to dirty our nails,
To take a sl..
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Grow old.
Become young again.
Challenge myself.
Provoke others.
Take life more seriously.
Treat death more lightly.
Revel in my deviance.
Culti..
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An angel has fallen--
He lives in the depths outside of God's grace;
This is no reason to despise him
Or neglect his needs. On the contrary,
T..
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