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A Life Between
The abstract is incomplete, The perfect is completely done— Neither former, nor latter; A life between is more fun.
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Free Me
Blood for ink, the page for flesh, and few words for character description; their imprint does stain, the pinprick storyline of a feeling— I would sit and count for minutes, hours, days, months, years,...
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Perfect Artist
Sharing small town concepts, language, in hopes to pave a path; at a bar stool conversation, after an empty whisky shot throat-sting, as beer bubbles trace a 1/3 full pint glass. One local could move...
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A Good Day
A good day starts with a good morning, starts with clear sight, forgotten wrongs of yesterday, and an open mind, starts with a coffee in hand, ripened fruit, and reconnecting with loved ones, starts...
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The Miracle of You
That great idea sparkled, imagining a self that is beyond oneself, though alike all others, but different. Where breathing air is a miracle of filling a mass, and seeing for sight a mechanism viewed,...
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The places we’ve seen (have seen us)
Motion reflected between where you are and where you will be; Void for a shadow where you were, ever lying in wait to reconvene.
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Do We Ever Actually Sleep?
Entering new worlds to escape another I woke up from a dream in a lonely bed. Real life sat next to it on the nightstand, in the early stretches, in “slept like a rock” preparation for what’s to come....
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She Packs for The Train to Wisconsin
On such a late night sitting and full, Contents of a stir-fry made of tofu; She packs for Wisconsin: days away. Still I sit & watch and wait & laze.
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