O you are so solid.Angles sharp. Divinely defined.On one end you’re stolid.But lying worse than blind. While I’m a flighty stringstill wishing to attach.Flakey me…
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I close my eyes. The color goes.What do you propose I call it?BLACK as black. The circadian throes.Death moving on for the Stoicto hook-up with…
Comments closedThere was a mama rabbit who buried her bunnies alive. Sothen hopped away and pretendedshe could care less to survive. What’s going on is quite…
Comments closedThere are more poets than branches in a forest.And each branch bears enough nuts to topple a tree.Any tree left standing to ill-fated windsdeserves to…
Comments closedWhy can’t I understand?That reflection before me.It’s not half as grandas a soul less the body. I reach out and touchthe coldest one.So small so…
Comments closedA part’s greater than the wholeand stronger than ever dreamed.The known something we can hold.Reality crossed not seemed. Too much order goes the god.Law’s the…
Comments closedAdvancement incremental? But oh from time to time the gaps are substantial. I’m the next one in line. What level did I reach? Can’t tell…
Comments closedA novel flew by. Then a play. Now it’s a poem. It looks like a piece of paper with something on it. My God it’s…
Comments closedThe shortest distance between two points is a perfect curve. Not if it’s a straight line that pierces the ground. Don’t miss a thing while…
Comments closedIf I change my name, my address and have no soul, I am nothing. If I change my sex, light on Mars and have no…
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