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I stared up into the tower of mercy. Back to the splintering rods of rails I had
once known. ..
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I closed her in to the failing worlds I once escaped.
Theywere bound to darkness like a stalled aperture within.The height of Heaven held my deepest ..
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These are the marks of withering seeds.Branches with acidic stems sewn in the grounded frost of lament.Restive worms 'neath the soil of writhe in mind..
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In part mental detail I was merely walking inside my woods, yet further, deeper into the warming blood of truth, I was staring hard and regressing int..
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I am not one for the milk of roses
Nor the peach of promises, dangling from a branch
I am desert grass
The snake fr..
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It must have poured.
My head was flotsam. Swirling against the incipient depths that care not for shallow realms of "unaware". Those constant ..
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I nearly missed it,
That face
The abstract of cruelty we all own
Disproportionate
Like the pain of a paper cut..
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You have found us, again
Squared mob huddled round your rusty barrel
Smothered in the coarse coal night
Bur..
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On a wooden bench, seconds from the subway, just inside
the city line was this woman. No warning, just her little hands..
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Sharpmetaphysical rays are piercing through my
mid-afternoon buzz.
This neighborhood hound from hell (maybe
Baltimore, I can&r..
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