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faces appeared from the smoke one evening
as the blue of the afternoon hushed into black
and tellies babbled out through wide-open windows
to the..
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Sleep then, rest among the starsDream of those days when your words replaced mythWhere all that you breathed, became the just so.You created the sprin..
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I dreamt of me, I think - was it really me?Blowing roughly through the rainSo sure of my way, too true of the markRiding through that forest in the da..
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the light at noon
spread over green:
fields of tender green,
recall the harvest
before time knew all,
but our names.
the seasons reinstate
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There: in the distanceSnowfalls, heavier and heavierLandscapes of solitude, mutedNot by grief but the all-knowing.What still moves underneath?As I fel..
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I open my eyes to let you goAnd hold on for a moment longerAs morning, and its forceful breathShears thedangling blossom off the tree.I remember you o..
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If I dream of inaction …I stand in that time before timeWhere all possibility lays overA field of bristling deep whiteAnd all the words that ar..
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What is that sound, when water meets water.Sometimes, far off, like fine down drifting,then close by, giving everything up, in dull metallic bursts.A ..
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Hunters from the darkdancers in neat bunchesconsolidate together as shadow.Waiting for first light, they waitto see what they become.Their hands work ..
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If at the end we become strangers, this last timeand collapse in on ourselves like a star.Try to remember, how the light from morningonce stretched o..
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