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No slowing in the excavation
cavity bright bone 'midst brushed pellets,
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In fits, the sainted sleep,
clutch fistfuls of fleeced amens
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Rivers pour forth a stream of honey
In the land of Manannan son of Llyr.
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Even the rose knows oblivion, her scent swept-up in night wind
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She remembers the details:
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For Suseann with love and magic...
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New age awakened, strung pink in pour from lips as I watched her mouth:
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Paper heart shredded
petals caught summer's last breath
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I found an arch in the ocean~A miracle of horizon
That distant limit I lost myself in as present encircled
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she sat lotus, skin to sand
closed eyes, tilted chin and drank
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Does cock mourn his ruby dawn when January mounts the roofs?
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Taa~raa, here upon the river of once was
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More than half a bottle in, he grins
looks up and notes the body beside him
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Spires broke the sun that day
I watched as he spilled beads of fire
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Is it possible that God begged
the pilgrims to write love letters
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Was there ever a finer blending then Midnight and Silver?
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In that moment when I witnessed
contemplations wet your tongue;
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Castles...Oh, the stones weigh too heavy on my mind
and the wedgings, they interrupt my sighs...
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I wonder even now
what colour your eyes are.
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I found myself there again, letting evening impale
with its silent swallowing of sun. I came barefoot and empty;
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Expectations emptied by bitter winds
rim the cloistered dark as glitter in harsh pour
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A slow hemorrage
like maple from a winter tree
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Still working this one, input is appreciated
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Innocent Grace washed-up on shore today... ribbons and white lace in such disarray;
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I fled the truth for thirteen years...
But it knew my name and resisted the greys
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Just a child~
brown-brushed skin and barefeet
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She, raised in a house of God since three months old;
taught to respond to the name Himmel,
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Silver weaves soft blue while the bringer of sleep stirs
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