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A Poem by Vol
I sailed a blue-sky road
right
over the curve and up
the
frozen curls of rock
through
black evergreens
surfing
with white aspen
on
the ..
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A Poem by Vol
That
piece of rhythmical grumbling,
The
high priest’s grouse against life
was
wrong,
April
is not the cruelest month.
He
says himself..
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A Poem by Vol
AI can perfectly reproduce a voice
after listening for three seconds,
and there are programs to
manipulate faces, body language,
..
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A Poem by Vol
What
is there about infinitely thin
slices
of time like the pages of a book, and
Virginia
Woolf ‘s idea of experience?
..
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A Poem by Vol
I was
almost seven, a kid exploring the world.
The
path behind my grandfather’s house opened
like
a cave to a steep decline in the tre..
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A Poem by Vol
I'm old
and too fat for my own good,
so
I've been walking a mile down
county
road 22, and back; I'm abound and trueRomantic,and need the solace..
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A Poem by Vol
There
is nothing so cleansing
as
a day spent among trees
with
a creek nearby. It is
there
you can smell each
shade
of green, esp..
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A Poem by Vol
The
wind is always good in my face,
even
when it’s full of rain.
I
coasted through the Coreopsis,
Bluebonnets,
and Cornflow..
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A Poem by Vol
Forty years ago
was just yesterday,
1984,
when Orwell missed by
just this many years
his dream of how
things would be
..
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A Poem by Vol
I’ve
encountered Ravens three times.
When introduced to
the drum that was
Poe’s haunted heartbeat;he
was worriedabout somethinghe
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