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• what sticks to you inside

  September 28, 2013

  to share with you my... Life does not deflate in its living which gives it air what we share is evident when we look united at night the sky is full of combustibles alight beyond we might live the permanence a star is mere mimicry to our seas (on) The ocean was only one in…

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• to stem or stem

  July 3, 2013

  let me live (with my delusions) What you are free to believe in happy receiving an absence an agony of company con- fronting martial juxtaposition just opposition to your free ride license reign in hand and spirited as air is he’d steadied as sky was wrought she’d ready Trot is taken to task slow...

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• keenness you were meant

  May 28, 2013

  "you're really up it now" I'm really out of it too too far from you to cue your soft motif to queue any later would be lost excuses and recused of you late sunken as wind- oh-wind owing (never)more than your due over what you outlay Are not you servant to rule proven through expedition…

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• you suddenly complete me

  February 13, 2013

  And with this pen… My eternal muse has been made known to me through border and wire. We commune through every sense and medium being met by one lifelong equal. What intensity we felt learning of love as youngsters wasn’t lost for old-soul wisdom. Ardor and understanding accumulated in us, separa...

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• uprightness lie and line

  December 20, 2012

  Congratulations if you made it through to the last day the day will go by faster than you know it (be safe) It’s beginning to be past my discovered direction had I questioned in mind my mind’s reliability up- rightness lie and line I come to know the morrow you spoke to borrow me of…

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• (dadgum) fools convention

  November 5, 2012

  like so so like Today is one day we may reclaim our taken away with us carried by saddle and handle bagged generations of fruit so ripely held you overturned and turning fomented whence the rest was an idle but luxurious wit wishes his mess-sup Step and sidle bit and bridal up by her word…

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• 2. love’s labour’s lost

  September 2, 2012

  XVII Midnight Sun More than curvature in the mirror we don’t see as the other whether expectations stay or await viewing and shuffle slides but I caught you once one sober after sunset response and in that countenance lit by a watt we can’t transfix Can trance and figure somnambulance destination...

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• 1. labour of love

  September 2, 2012

  "The Loon," by Mary Oliver from What Do We Know The Loon Not quite four a.m., when the rapture of being alive strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books are lined up in their neat and colorful rows. How magical they are! I…

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• 3. love’s labour’s won

  September 2, 2012

  XXXIII Sunflower Uncertain of order were the flowers first or the frayed fistfuls found on recently turned ground remembrance mounds absent days of chains of buried ways with the faces of the dead we end their lackadaisical end as wail wept and whine kept confined in a body shrine or given air to...

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