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The skies were raven-black Through this embattled year Leaving my words minced and snarled together When the world was kicked along, Like a discarded pebble In the everyday rush As all of my wordless kin Became distant and grey, And I crept across the void To find a hearth Still burning with life
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He is consumed in a lingua-franca, By a tyrant’s soft song By tall-tales of romance By cruel fables of flight He is loyal to whispers To the living murmurs Of a “paradise” lost Ancestral myths Are scrawled out for him Across the bathroom mirror Each blood-shot dawn
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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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