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Sophia built castles out of nothing.
She used her hands to mine the clay
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At times the Devil wears a neutral face--
sneaks in, unnoticed,
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He sneaks in, unnoticed,
through the maternity ward of some trivial suburban hospital,
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Your skin is electric
Like wool—with mounting static energy
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The earth—
is a globe of glass beneath her feet,
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How do you give a man a spark of soul?
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you, whose gentle petals blush beneath the frost—
you, whose milky blossoms from graceful stalks unfold—
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The she-rat stalks unnoticed,
Cranberry flames bolt through her eyes
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Together we walk, you with me,
Soles briefly touching
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It is painful to lack anticipation
as I stand at the prow
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At the top, there is a beach of sand and sable,
Just below it, the dun-green lakes hint their blue
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O, that Atlas sought
to crush this
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The voices intermingle across space
They touch, they ponder heaven, and they feel
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Friday evenings
are spent
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In youth, summers were colored paisley green.
There was a perfume on the air of Joplin melodies
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There were egg-yellow Easter mornings
in my youth,
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She was the subtitle on a silent film,
as inane and built on dalliance;
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There is an impenetrable darkness in his soul
A tenebrous and abstruse sort of pall
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He operates in damage control
Using gentle metonymy to
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Don’t fret, baby, just close your eyes
The stars aren’t planning on falling tonight
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So for your honesty I retreat to these—
My silly dotted lines of poetry
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His spartan rockets flush his eyes
As he runs across a field in snow
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(He stands sheer in contrast to the furtive sky.)
There is a world fondue around him,
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I see your picture on the wall
Your plastic smile calling back to me
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You are the conclave of a calla lily
Where the lip and stamen meet
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John and I run
Onto the windswept
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At heart, she is a latchkey child shifted
From hands to hands in of-the-week obsessions
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I see you and my eloquence is lost
And voice to me is as a hunter's bow:
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There is a clamor in the kitchen
And he yells obscenities
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He mourns after radio melodramas. That is to say—
he pities all the evol in the world. Ah!
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I knew that you were bad
When first I saw you--
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I drown my sorrows
in your wanton ways
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