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I watched shadows dance across the hall In the red glare of dusk; All pitying and mocking, Shape-shifting and plotting Sending quakes through the walls With their strange jubilee, Then crashing and tearing Through my thin-plated skin How could I have known They were wielders of mercy? How they’ve sown the seeds Of my kindhearted…
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Reborn in a steep crest of sound He tumbles ashore With his cranium afire Reluctant to breathe All the melodies he’s earned From that rolling black sea, He drags them inland He yearns for more time, For his gathered mass of kin, To dwindle and disperse And return another day When the silence weighs heavy
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I’ll deny the hunger to the end, Every jolt of remorse That crawls in my skin, The sharp pains of revolt As my pipe-dreams clash And grow into beasts, Setting free ancient pangs, Sowing mayhem in my skull I will lead them to the tower Where they’ll raise a white banner Once my voice falls…
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Let the anthem rush forth From your quiet, conspiring hands Be courted along By lightning reveries Tailspin Undone, Falling oceans away From the sanity of home Fall into the hush Of your ink-pocked realm, And escape the war-cries Of frontiers ago
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Nightfall buries The smoldering bones of the day As a burned out legion Limps homeward-bound The shadows are kind, Smothering their sins All the deeds they carry From the blood sunrise Still the black skies sing The days blazing refrains In intervals of thunder And bursts of light
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I’ve plunged Overcome, by the still grey waters Spun out in bright flames To the end The plumes of black smoke Have loosened their grasp Now a new villain snarls From the nightmarish depths “I’ll claim the night sky Reconvene with the breeze” “I’ll cleave the night sky In a burning red arc, Through each…
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The words of the gods on high Were like pollen today, Scattering and sprouting Into fields of mosaics Their harmonies took flight And they doused the whole world Like embers in the night Sowing fires for tomorrow Drawing droves from their roles With their heaven-bound songs, With fragrances of home Amid the cyclones of fall
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If I could I too would roll away Into the riotous surf To be swept eastern bound To a sun-ravaged isle Where I’d crumble to sand, Rise whole and renewed To the melodies of kings I too must fall And climb to myself Into the quietless stranger I should have become
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He used to charge for the rolling hills When his dreams boiled over And the sunlight poured and poured In abundance He would pedal He would slide, Screech the whole way down, He would scream with delight All those Saturdays ago Always scraping and tumbling To the red flare of dusk With his tired eyes…
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The sky’s become a red-hot omen Branding my skull With its fevered dreams Of infernal seas Too soon we’ll all dance Entirely consumed By the embers we fought The ones thought forever lost Too soon we’ll all thrash And blister the same Then burst at the seams With its seething white light
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