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God’s Dice Lie Still

[refrain] God’s dice lie still extremely oddly. [melody 1] No history can catch fish but the few telling you what’s true about you. No scientist tries to give to his eyes anything like weight over fate. [melody 2] Unsavory and … Continue reading

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Like Or Not

(for my father) I say ‘he’ when talking about both him and me. The one born to bear and the one known to know and a third similar to the sum of ‘we’. Can he describe the conflict he had … Continue reading

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Beat the Fate

  Materia prima the inescapable no money is in it or comes from its etymological zeroing in on it uninhabitable ancestry. The grass gives its life so that the partial may be resurrected into the existential. I play dice with … Continue reading

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Concentric

  I found myself in front of a church the stained glass said, ‘Come on in.’ I sat silently on the back pew and looked at the knots, reminded of how we all lose our way one way or another … Continue reading

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Very Few

Very few have genius. Do you? Can you grasp the dusky language of the planets coming into view? Can you be the first to appear even before night testifies to the dozen celestialized? The number of the chosen is not … Continue reading

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Could Have Been

Could have been a photographer. I read the books and took the classes. I carried around my old SLR and camera bag full of gadgets. The wideangles and the telephotos, the f-stops and the depth of field, the waiting for … Continue reading

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Importance

Nobody but me is looking forward to the day I will change into my myth on my calendar in my kitchen I circle it with magic marker. Blue for importance red for insurance. The snapping of fingers stimulates the freight … Continue reading

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