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O Lord of ecstasy, of frenzy, of the unstoppable tide, Look upon this withered world and laugh! They have traded crowns for shackles, Strength for saf..
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dithyrambic in style
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people are our real legacy;one day sure, entire poemsshall have been forgotten,while remains a phrase ora feeling drawn from wellsdeeper than memory c..
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"the altar"they lie there-
brave, frail,
the same.hands, cold,
pretend to hold.no saviour.
only the knife.
the gasp.(you think you feel?
you thi..
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"they spoke / i / unlistening"the words fell
like dead birdswe were all
already
ghosts
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The winds howl their raucous decree,Sea-born gods bellow- -wild, unshackled!Foam-crested steeds surge forth,Brazen, unbridled, shattering silence!The ..
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The lake breathes in and out-an ancient rhythm, unseen,hidden beneath mirrored stillness.Wind whispers across its glassy skin,pressing, coaxing, shapi..
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Slabs of stoneGreet the morning sunOr is it the SunThat warms their coldThawing the shiverOf their last momentsBringing light to that tunnelonly to di..
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there was a timewhen thoughtswere pencilled inby flashlight or nightlightwell after the househas shut down for the nightthere was a timewhen poemswere..
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