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dumb poet
It is no hard task to sit with a book & glass of wine all night waiting perchance the end of all events; patiently becoming dumber by the words and wiser by the wine; serene and slumberous in the...
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withdrawal
If a closed pair of eyes where I could crowd the effusiveness of 16 hours spent in doubt and awe, if I could stitch the wonderful cloud of perception behind the dark mirror of sleep, if a coarse hum...
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How would any sensitive soul react to this Fate?
I could have loved the fire and hummingbird little winters stacked and trembling my hand wild and rodent treading the earth but looks like young time nothing is nothing my prayer being when death...
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structures
I wait for structure unguided orbit ‘round pitch black eclipsed purpose I wait for algorithm gate through organism a master-slave relationship between weightlessness and me I act while belonging to a...
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I have discovered nothing
I have discovered nothing no potent spasm in truth’s tinge no certain depth in writhing divinity I have no enlightenment no broad scar laid on the slope of thought no electrifying branch igniting the...
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through artery
To peek within, through artery, like spying through a window into a room with two armchairs and a book of chemistry. To capture within the vaulted length, the sinuosity of entrails like a mountain...
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one hundred twenty-one words
Yesterday there, could have written a poem, a tunnel to something greater than what we amassed in many units of cyclic century I could have, yesterday. Created a segment of fiction that borrows truth...
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in a distance
I’ve wondered to know nothing. Seeing my sea of conscious, weave wasted waves of experience into hairdos of light. I’ve wondered of returning to enormous view and an amorous climax of confusion. I’ve...
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for voyages
Descend aloud into the art of the thing, before words with enormous arms bind us to awful regions of totality be unique alone afraid as the shiver of twig, partly shaded by the inexact locus of the...
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my eyes and shiver
There will be no more. I will close my eyes and shiver as a wriggle in timelessness. No tomorrow. From the table we put in our mouths the last lesson of the bread, we close the door and the familiar...
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