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A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a
You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,
FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived