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I lost today in a blaze In a tailspinning fire; Another husk In a scrapyard of ghostly pyres
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It is always too soon or too late To jackknife from this nest And plunge into the tide’s, Rejoicing swell If I leap too soon I will meet the sharp rocks, As a pink and red mist If I spring too late Then the waves, will lose their charms As the cheers of kinship below,…
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The fatal breach in her armor Now crawls with ants, on the prowl For the spoils of war
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Bleary-eyed, “Good morning” is a stray round, Grazing my ear; The pitiless ringing, Follows me to dusk I’m staggering From a reverie that grew too hellish; Staggering, toward midnight’s, Wayside charm
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The bridges I’ve crossed Are now jagged and useless islands Gradually, crumbling to sand But their pillars will stand Long after I’ve frittered the strength To do the same And they’ll speak for me In hushed and loveless refrains Until, they fall to my depths
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A timely wind Will someday loosen my grasp On these fatherly branches I will treasure the moment I glide To the river below, And its swift unraveling of time But I will mourn When I’ve finally lost sight of home, Of the leaning tree That has shed its last leaf
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Idle time brings me to a simmer When my desperate stride Has withered to a crawl Hours expand and I sink Into the bleach stained carpet, Beneath ivory trees and giants Who groan and lament My column of smoke will disperse by first light Before these gods can rain down Their once secreted affection
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She sped my life up I couldn’t stop her, The language of denial Had flown from my mind She sped my life up And I didn’t stop her, The very thought of stalling Was too frightening to bear
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Before I’ve even struggled to my feet She is prodding me to life And onto finer things While her world is alight I thrash in the dark, with an arm outstretched As I lunge to the east, Within the heart of a dream She too extends through the haze of dawn Toward our fading divide…
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