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Lost, in the world
wandering through a wilderness of civilizations
through the mutations of the wind
through the black-and-white radiation of mi..
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What places are there
In your soul
In your untethered mind
Where you reach out
And, seek to find
The darkest secrets, boiling black devotions
Of..
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When I awoke this morning
I found I was a fragile flower
Flagrant
Perched on a sunbeam's edge
I am inviting you to treat me, today
As a special..
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It is April and the whisteria's flowers are almost gone
Only a few, lacey, lavender, old maids remain
Watching the azaleas fade away
Sighing as the..
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We are on a magic carpet ride,
On an undulating road of cloud,
We are sailing through jade jungle halls,
Over emerald shade, green light grown wall..
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I did not return,
To the far Salinas,
The desolate salt flats,
The white Salinas,
Full of phantoms,
Wanting to be,
Haunting me,
The Salinas of..
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I am returning
Back, to my desert
Back, to my own space
To my internal silences
Where clouds do not linger
Over my head
Watching my every move
..
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The desert eats up everything
including shadows and rainbows
eats the bones
the thoughts
the dreams
eats desires and memorie..
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Tree, oh, great tree,
green tree,
bark clothed in eastern shadows of the sky,
shadows fallen from on high,
fallen out of darkened clou..
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Who was it then?
Who told me to write this poem?
Already here when I arrived
the dragonfly
with a wingspan as wide as my hand
eyes composed ..
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