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Could I have remedied your sullen faith
When all was healed and I remained
Shrouded in a dim earth
Where I scrambled for my mirth
When shall I d..
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Oh seething graceof the shepard's
Woes- Tis so, I have all but lost my wretched soul
Nowtime is nothing but a ghostly myth
Into theswamps of a w..
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Oh! For soothe I have graced theday
With my pleasant prowess of flighted rage
Where blindly I stand, beholden to the sage
Of a captured night of r..
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and--am I not Still here!
and have I relinquished
my being, before I Began
To Be?
Somehow, I think
I was destined to live
Hard, and in t..
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O' have you found YOUR THING?
That twinkling of a child prodigy
you HOPED you'd be?
That child haunted by the
the Anti-Christ, Your Father
At..
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a whala-be a rooz! can you think of triangles and the symposium on Platonic essential Tree-thing? Are you compatable with me and what is your relation..
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I wait like a silent duck, or a moo-cow. Becauses it is morning, I shall hang on, a little, for my spirits. The pictureon T.V. is of Christ: a still s..
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Now is the time,
The stage, the mime!
To stare into the Sea
Where shall I be?
In a face, or in the muse?
Could I play to confuse?
I must..
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waiting, like a dead flyto be resurrectedExceptthe rational glareof sane and mechanical humis a stone making ascensionTo the skies of wildA quiet deat..
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Birdie, how do you fall? A pigeon's downof city street bluesand the coast is a smear of wildnessand i am perishable, open to rain, dissolvablesomewher..
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