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How lonely is the night without the howling of wolves.
And in the clearness of the cold,
The rivers’ eroded, deadened, downtrodden;the pas..
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Matter
bewitched: mimicking,
And moving with the melody of Time.
Meanwhile I stalk the soils and present my questions: "why?"
I’m crunched..
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I have the grey on me
Perhaps it's the sky or this throw, the bed or the walls or the breeze-
It’s like comfort, the grey , and I love it, for..
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The sun rose high And trickled down the side of the western world My door. Closed. [swaying in its lock] it knocks And shutters on it’s own. Smo..
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of the duality of man
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Angling for penetration.
The drum’s vibrating the walls
And the primordial war horn it wails.
Satyricon whispers from the misty..
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ADVOCATING BRIGHTNESS
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welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen, To the soil I say hello
And to the wind - and the dry frost swirling - I am weightless in sound ener..
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I have a vision.Of the most perfect way of being.It banks catastrophe.. Fear not, No,you see,It's of the meek senses convertedIncandescent.In the mind..
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Truth in dreaming
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