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“Anti-science: universally agreeing with science. When a politician will say, ‘follow the science’, they won’t be for science, because that politician is telling you to agree with the science, without ever questioning the legitimacy behind the data. When the scientific method must require falsifiability for itself to be disprovable, then it is science. And when…
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Left around. Swung aroundthe table for the cards you left,in the gamble, the gameI remain to play.I pray for you to staydeep within, on the other sideof the playing field. Lost sight. A goal rushed.An avenue collapsed, to the cover-upthat fell short. We fell shortin our deceptions – for how often are we with selection?…
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Was it all? Waiting – while yousweep the floor, matching the color.Your burial in the bathroom.Hung of hair, bottled inteardrops, in segments of winter’s love.It forced you to deposit. Found youa different path into Heaven. But youalways rained from the ceilingwith your neck. Your neck is swinging.It is your throat I kissed.One more to the…
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“When choice is a factor for being itself, as the place of knowing it was one thing or another, then what wasn’t chosen is what might or might not be the correct decision, according to another factor, being responsibility. For if we are able to choose, then we are able to be free. However, if…
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Oncewhen we did displayour tears in the rain,our formstraced in the grain,blending gravity withour lonesome compulsions, – we drew our eyes apartfrom the dangerous road,holding ends as were rosesburned into sand,crisscrossed into hands. Nowwhen we are divergingfrom the path thatto our foresight, to ourweeping smiles, fading suns,we have much to move forthe moon to change…
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Head on the pillow. Her head in his arms, here daydreaming of the days when he would do that. When he would hold her, the rain fell upwards from her eyes. When he would hold her, the stars were only ever beneath herself. Far beneath, she had been held, as she now is stretched across…
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“We are afraid of the hurt that love can cause. We are often willing to avoid it, at all costs. When thinking for this, we believe it better to be feared, than to be loved, though only the latter requires more risk. When we love someone else more than ourselves, then when the other is…
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I haven’t lostthis memory of youthat blossomed in the blue.I haven’t walkedmiles, for nothingto keep me covered in moss. The stone who clings, – takes his eyes out,pulls himself apart,while time stands still,holding me close. I have not lostthe stain of yourselfin the soft moss. Rings are multiple in the tree,the age of everything alone,while…
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Up the ladder,holding the torch,waving light for a smilethat curves to a crescent,withers to the dark sidewhere light becomesevery blue shade. Symptoms of this.Flavors of your kiss,I reminisce, – while the curtains to the nightturn graywith the fog I’ve seendiscoloring your hair. Laid in the green,while I took a step apartfrom the scar, not the…
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For the infiniteknows no start to holda hand, on this sacred landwhere your lipswere the fine wine to tell mesecret words that werefolded in torn paper,a crippled heart. Just the end, to kiss youbeneath starlight and moonlight. Just the last momentwhere I lost it all;above your grave, absent of allI could not save. Just Heavento…
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The dream. Our dream. Our eyes are matched, upon the surface. The walk. My steps are not from the cross, not from the Virgin Mother. I cannot find a way to take this journey. I am as poor as these grains of sand, upon this beach where I stand. He cannot press his foot onto…
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Stripes painted silver,while those heated eyes in a riverbathe me, revive mewhile I meander in open thoughtson your presence.How many tears could we bleedat the end of the rope’s giver? Are you freeor am I,while the moon fadesinto another whimsical day?While our eyes became gray,faces stayed in rivers, idle in shades. All teardrops become stars,the…
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