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A diminutive hourTiny clocks ticking their tiny strokesAnd bearded windows singing in saintly rain decrees
Tinkering.I lust this opport..
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Tell me dear Apostle
Phase Two
Do you remember when first we met
I arrived in cloak peculiar
A sudden and desola..
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It takes everything
Strata from skin stripped to the
emptiness of words
All time in station's disregard
Your ..
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From here life sets the lie
Pours the wounds intopestleAs sparks must mortify the scarThe start of it calling from farthest ..
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Isn't it beautiful to know we end,Makes well the restless hour seem all so small~
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I glance upon the home that we once shared, the
porch now sloped in grips of disrepair, the growing blades, gold with memories incomparable. The fiel..
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I consider our morning, its secrets donned with weary climb. The instance mysterious before light begins, silenced, unbleached and brushed. I kneel wi..
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Catching Amtrak seven am for
Southern rails. Tenth hour ride into townships of rich, as poor men alike. Holding
pages to similes throughout my durat..
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On
everything we digest
The dark page primordial, the cold taste ofteen heartache, the last rush of summerIt all pauses into matter
Even ..
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What then,When hours come to gather our
Brief divinity
What then, whenAll that ever isBegins to failWhen serpents, like concubine tend..
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