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I float among orchid petals On a tragic tide, Before a singing fleet Of black ships I’ve drawn them all away From the ports they call home Friends, rivals and kin To an isle in the west Where I will bask and rust, Upturned in the sand As they turn to the east
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Downriver, there’s a remedy By a lone bonfire; Reaching high Into a starlit night Downriver In a warm reverie Life stirs restored In the honest rays Of a late-spring sun Downriver and over the falls Through a curtain of fog I will crawl on dry land At last
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Hogtied in a wooden vessel And kicked to the surf Prayers rise into the night For my untimely voyage
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Bulging black skies have sprung a leak Now the morning’s soaked And seeping through To the marrow of my bones Dawn’s slick roads Have left me stranded On a marshy isle; Teeming with ghosts
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There’s a melody trapped in my skull, Bursting with life In a nest of barbed wires A sweet remedy, Lives in my pulse, In the blood red vise That tightens each night Tomorrow sets fire to my stomach, In spite of these dragging months Of wind and rain
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Metal and brawn collide In thunderous swarms, They mindlessly cleave themselves apart The red ground shudders At the rabid men, Grappling and shouting In the wilderness of smoke
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They’ll scream a delighted goodnight When they’ve leapt from the stern Of this star-crossed ship They’ll laugh farewell At the clamoring shadows, From the ruptured hull When its pale rays of light All join into one Freedom, will burn a cruel path To the secret’s I hold in shackles, When church bells grieve Over an…
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Ground to a long awaited halt The world spins out of reach Leaving nothing alive In this tranquil heart I’m far away Indisposed As the frontier burns Before the ancient walls Of our city on the hill
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Shame, it fastens to his ankles And it wears him down To a lifeless shuffle It encircles his being In mournful shades Of black and grey, Dividing every sea Of humanity he greets Disgrace is the name So happily shed from sneering lips In a hasty whisper And still he wades on To the dying…
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On the opposite bank of a river Far from home A new life burns Before these open arms I have no words Fallen, to a heartbroken mass With eyes bloodshot And following the embers They sail from a dream On a calming breeze Setting fire to the night
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