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rain falls from the sky seat,
wet drops bring darker hues
to bricks and floors the heat
has bleached with pale shades;
a spider crawls..
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My friend, my brother,my beloved, Gilgamesh,where have our battles taken us?What have we tried to inscribein the milestones we left to standfor a gap ..
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van gogh would have made ita manifesto for the miners' lifeleaving their suffering in a rushto move home for the ritualof another waiting working day;..
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I have tried all the words I knowI have been searching on friend's facesfor that individuality that wouldgive me any stable certainty,I dubbed it with..
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here I finally have reached your waters
from the mountain I have raced down
with the fire that strummed the clouds
and to the stillness of yo..
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no mythology has yet ever daredto give me a name_I am no godI have no place on any altar,yet I am in all minds and to methey all pay their tributes un..
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this line is taken from the poem New Metric and it is prepared to fit the requirements of Write Me a One Liner, contest.
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search breach beyond reach, words not words but that which is only words, t.s. eliot somehow but not him only, ..
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growling crawling and bowlingthe circumstances within the forms we holdchange and are changed with usin the face that springs out behind them thatfeed..
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the sun has withdrawn at its nadirit will not smear on our hieroglyphic;let its tongues licking the earth bellowrevive in our veins chasing its fire,t..
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