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You said poems were impractical That to have a dream that is not profitable Is like wasting yourself on the winds I moisten my fingers,..

In the incredible fire Of the irresistible grace I felt your words wound me Vast yet intimate, sharp yet deep As a clear real jewel o..

A bed for one, a world for all You remind me why I dream with others Your eyes are like pillows for me Your voice, the green moon of a ye..

I often think about the city What it does and what it has done to me Before that, I only knew nature Snow, lakes, trees, no silent cars s..

When someone says, ‘I love you’ The throat opens up, for words Cervix opens up, for life’s joys The elegance of dilation,..

When I fall asleep, you are there Folding the ghosts in me goodnight I feel the touch of your body against mine The flesh ofrib cage, the..

Her shape will escape my death The eyelash, beloved The choices she made, other men she chose That woman, more beautiful, in retrospect ..

I have become an ignorant person again As if, to remember blindness and absence To recognize separation and to return to unity For th..

After long strumming of dreams I have taken subjectivity to its goal Made love to her with my blue guitar Good air, my only frien..

Nothing is lost in time, it all returns Back to the source, all back in the end Mountains that were once pebbles Empires that become ..