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All the Giants are Gone
All the giants are gone where will we go the leaders the gods the ultra men and women the significant appraisals where are the loud secrets the harmonious gasps the...
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Bare River
The ceiling is casting the river is bare The silence melts the florescent trees like stolen sands in ashy doorways I will be like the river bare in my thoughts...
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Amber Clouds of Time
Wealth is a meager tool for the responsibility of the constricting of property it is nothing like a poem this poem is my property on the heart of silence it...
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How Not a Poem: Dream
Doctor of this: am I? – A Dream of Arcadian Butterflies
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The Standards
I found myself in a large building, almost deserted. By the remaining forces, I was nominated to be a judge of humanity. I was told it was because my generation...
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Humble Mountain
I wish I could discover a new mountain So that I can name it Humble Mountain Not, that I expect it will be a small mountain Perhaps on a planet...
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Empire of Moons
The moon Is the thoughtlessness Of humanity Always orbiting Always present Once pierced by the eye Cannot see shapes or sounds Of yesteryear’s present poverty We never leave behind The...
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Reception for an occasional prohibitive competitor
In the order of proof could plead exchanges and vows to another proposed purchase of will dignity is reserved for narrow labors in the camps of established lines. We are...
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gillyflower
this white rose imposes conscription, gingerly upon white framed masses that neither adhere to the celebrated sower or admire his mention among rough root notes dissembling order for an extended...
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The operator, The agitator, (Folding Hands)
There is a chatty raft where once two towns met. They spoke for hours about plumage, ramage, recapitulation of latent images. Rappel beasts greet ‘Old Women’ with shrieks and cries...