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Worlds, burned in a heavenly bridge-The atman draws his violinCinders in messages fall,Lighting his dove winged pipe-We fold our lit..

Tonight is a drunken shedA flask where wounds entwineAir spirals the curtained roomasI wade over breach and shipCrows settled on tat..

My castles, cry their prayers Tumbling, aged and scarred Crawling elms and porta-bellas nearby Delicate rosett..

He stares it alone Quietly, through his childhood trance Glass of last night’s opiate Spinning on coffee tableStereop..

You may have noticed:A dark house, a distance, a needle in view,The phone neglected on its wooden shelfBut it was the longingThe a..

Colors lace through morning's Portugal hush, Bruises burn my eyes deficiently Buddha passion overriding, The ..

Never the politics, Impoverishment or provocation that sets to flame a lion’s eye Never the sun The sand nor blades..

Pictures burning Cold, water stained walls Together out in myself Undecidedly Every reason, a decision to l..

In a home builtFrom empty roomsWalls made of wordsYou left the door wide shutFor better days or worseYou left the best that dies in ..

Hear the sun, young child as it pours on the backs of the buffalo, Hear their hooves drumming, my blood stirring inside the sky. Believe tha..