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Open spaces consume The luxury that was On the verge of the sea They sprawl eastern bound, To rise and rise Into snow-capped beasts, Looming ivory gods They cannot be claimed As I push and pull In my survival stride, I backslide To the misty shore By night
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I’m the skewer they fell upon At the bottom of their cliff, The lasting hurt Forever trapped in their bones Friends and enemies, Cracked and bled one shade And screamed in strange tongues To their various gods I will be their living wounds Their immortal shame, Chasing black cavalcades To the fringes of time …
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A silent youth bleeds the truth For her timeless highness Her queen scream ascends As a trill of rage Her life Has seeped its way, down in his marrow The fifteen year curse Of one full summer night The north star explodes Into scalding parables, Scattering her ghosts, Who have trailed him from home
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Under broad and Prussian blue skies There were cattle cars rumbling Eastern-bound, Full of man-made screams In the Antebellum dust, There were chain-linked kin Full of home-grown songs Rushing into the present Twisted roots of old Claim the soil as theirs, Where bloodlines interlock Under land and sea
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Hot metal Has scraped away at what remains of a son, His peace, adrift In each winter night’s swell The freezing tide Often sets him ablaze Beyond the search lights of home And their merciful ships So he boils out of reach, A relentless scream Devoid of a face Among the phantoms at dusk …
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The shoveled up bones of a skirmish Lay plain in the day Resurrecting the havoc Of a razor sharp past Old wounds are made new Within Sunday’s stern haze Beneath the pale stare of noon Carved apart by dusk By that slaughter long ago When the mayhem had torn Through flesh and marrow Poetry…
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I will cut apart the apron strings When the foghorn calls For me to depart Through the daybreak mist Where my former wants All former foes Will fade to ghost white To the new open port So crowded with ships Filled with young vagabonds On their endless passage
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Thrashing out of the nest, The cool morning is calling Starting as glimmer Where a black river curves Rumbling and revving Never sparking to life The full day sputters And binds me to earth Flattened and defused Before a nightmare’s whirl The enraged cyclone Must claim its revenge Poetry books
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This is the place Where she’s been all along Shape-shifting through the years Dissipating in the night This new era is hers Her time to lunge forward, Cleave apart the intruders Who stray within reach Who will spring the trap next? Fall asunder in her web? Who will roam in her eyes With their hands…
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Try to stay afloat Kick with all of your strength and rage In this struggle of our lives Towards solid ground’s reach This night we’ll survive What we’ve christened “end times” May the horsemen fall away From their war-bound steeds Stay aflight above the stars They’ll ignite our way To a swift remedy
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