Writing
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Let come the rain. Our fields are thirsty For the stains of splashed Earth. Our dreams remained with The sudden parting upon the forty-fifth Angle to the unknowns.
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Loosening the lace about your waist, Kissing you beneath the sun, You are the gull without an island, For that you cannot even roam Is why your eyes have become the oceans. I wrap hands About yourself, in the fires To your form. For you forge the night, rawest In the tooth decay of so…
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I write All I do not know, For the libraries have left me Of their books, Of their words. I am a sentence too late To whisper a farewell in your ear. You came in a moment, To disappear off the clock, As I counted each second backwards. Your breath sails down your throat, Swallowed…
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Drink deep these moments, Running across our veins In the sensation of idle death, In the bountifulness of stable breath. I come to you, as merciful, For I hold each droplet on my chin That once belonged To each stray petal hovering Above the planet’s ocean. We encircle For we are circles About the unwinding…
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Enthrall me, Surround me, Teach me Words of a pioneer’s tutoring. I am the man who has forgotten his name Upon saddest ways. My trails I create From eyes as cold as winter’s throat, Bury me beneath, Bury me below. Your love Stupefies, Magnifies All I crave, All I want, All I need. Let the…
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How long must I Call my knees to fall To your lips lowered neatly To the fossil of me? You turn a head Towards God and His head. He pledged a kingdom to you, Of a great castle, Not bleeding, Though needing. I am a broken man Needing of only one chance To call me…
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Gravitate your stare Down to where you shall beware The coming flood Of my love. Upon unknown currents You will sail your body, Sculpted with much defeat To your loneliness. The hurricane With its great winds Stains my sides, my mind With its droplets Upon every violin’s edge. I drop to my knees To weather…
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How would I like To soak myself in the strands of your rain? Bleak and brown locks that hang like hands Loosened off the edges of broken clocks. Your grave, a swindler’s den That kisses me, in breezes to the night, The gusts to my palms, The seeds of fairest dandelions Lost on their voyage…
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Leave your stars To my map That I will follow the path To your open mouth, To your parted red lips Under the purple skies, The embedded lakes In your feeble eyes, Letting me count reasons, Letting me count seasons, Fogged by winter, Rained upon by Autumn, Loosened by the breezes of Summer, Stricken by…
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Return to me Sadness of my missing symmetry. There is grief to expel From rotting moments Under fingers sharp as glass, Piercing my neck To send forth sighs without parted lips. Your eyes round the table, Warning me Of the doom that surrounds the corners. Love leaves a stain For the nuptial gain. My parted…
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Would you meet me To hear me speak Of all truth that will make me weak? Upon my knees, I plead For the faces that stream out to the reeds That bend to the wind, As eyes watch the sun drop from the sky’s forehead More afflicted with fever, of blue Than the yellow of…
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She was laced In the straw found from fields, Revealing sculptures I can surely bleed. From between ivory towers Where greed Runs up to flee In any amount I can see Of the source to her craving, While my ideals are stepped on by heels. I count the waves, Numbered in the knowing Of what…
Modern Romanticism 