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again seven

monday morning the beat is on two and four short of sweet tuesday pushes easily rushing before anywhere can be reached septets parading four times a month how to behave takes rule by mood wednesday now who is counting noon … Continue reading

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The kiss I kissed and was kissed within was not mine to claim in my small wanting my microscopic being enveloped in magnification man is the instrument of love the center of which is a blackhole in a galaxy one … Continue reading

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Forever Distant

  Inside the color wheel are angels, demi-gods, folk-tales and bibles. Between lemon yellow and gray is fear. Mastering the student does not make a master any more than a bridle and a saddle can make a horseman. Fathering a … Continue reading

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What There Is More Of

I have not seen the sparrow the one who taps on my window for the past few cold days I’m hoping he or she is okay. I have not heard those crickets who used to serenade me on summer and … Continue reading

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Long Moment

We live in the long moment. Ain’t nothing instantaneous the gap between lung and tongue where statements percolate from urges up to logic is the same as the bridge between slap and soft cheek just as distantly strange as noticing … Continue reading

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Memory and Imagination at the Station

An hour becomes ninety minutes shortly after paying no mind it’s turned into an hour fifty our departure slips away into the train station’s dull future. [refrain] Scheduled to be somebody else by this time in my life images pass … Continue reading

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By The Time

During my childhood years I was stuck in the dazzling art of the universe the myriad languages still uninterpreted by the time deafness threatened. A youth of tilling soil and planting green seeds turned into a long summer of attentive … Continue reading

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