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all
the aches are deep
the one
to make more of ourselves
what
funny forms that takes
machinery
growl
no
torment missed
death is
here as well
and on
the way
we all
are
testament
an ark of
heavy bearded skies
and papa
telling what to do
from this
world here to that
event!
event! event!
there's
love
it has
two souls (at least)
and
sundry tender parts
wait
and the
truth comes to you
it's just
as silly by half
Very nice poem.
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knowledge and poems
don’t help it flush away
Point, shout, all you like
many won’t be looking
it could be true, wanting
but listening like a bird
Bend, twist, everything
that includes the strange
shaped by anything else
may well I relax and breathe
The sound waves, light waves
exit back of the gift shop
over some fence, down some lane
where it all goes through a mirror.
This poem is one thing and then this painting that is the other.
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