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A long time off the other children play
where birds have fins and fishes feathered wings.
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Each turn we make is toward a chosen fate,
for where we end depends on all we do.
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Translucent, amber spirits, smooth and cool,
influence gently, drawn through parted lips
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The law is swayed by principalities
while justice only weighs the truth.
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These words were written just before I died,
so they became the last with which I lied.
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Echoing splatters of vomited notions
may become for you a cathartic spewing.
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Now I long for the days I remember from youth,
for I’m missing the future I no longer have.
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handfuls of dry sand: momentary possessions,
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I am a symphony of four distinctive harmonies
Performed by seasons seen in timbres of chromatic keys,
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The radiance of sun-bright air,
a kiss that’s never felt upon a face upraised,
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A truth that’s sad or bad is never good when shared with malice just to smear a name.
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I shall not mourn what might have been
or shattered schemes of mice and men.
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I believe the evidence of God is all around us. I believe that everyone is subject to His justice.
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The truth
of leaves and men
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She delights in the sparrow that I gave her.
I am glad to behold her touching pleasure,
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A person may be seen and heard and touched,
but that is just the body, not the soul.
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How much of love have you to spare for dreams
which others have, or you have dreamed yourself?
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Scents and colors turn on the wheel of seasons.
Streams of laughter ripple from wind and water.
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Angels do not fly
across a passive conscience
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Our hearts may dream of peace with liberty and freedom as a way of life,
but freedom is a costly dream that’s dearly won and kept through
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Our culture is the latest in this place,
and this is true of every land on earth.
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Of its own accord it never moves
but always goes before me,
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we find before us lines of prose or verse –
anonymous and lacking provenance –
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The heavens turn and mornings come
to grace the earth with dawn,
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