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lost in time

lost in time one day gone and i don’t remember anymore how my little brother looks like — blame my eyes for they have seen  much to the seclusion of simplicity  a lock of golden hair mingling with the innocence … Continue reading

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fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover

fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover  now the gurgling of peace in confused currents of a soft-silvered stream that runs under my pillow is joined by the stringed reflection of your guitar — a heartfelt tone of some moonbeam lights … Continue reading

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Circuitry

Circuitry The electric circuitry paces An environmental complex even as The swinging of one’s cradle Accelerates to and fro And to and fro: Finally dislodges me.

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Dreaming For The Extraterrestrials

  1. An astronomer dwells as a hermit in my mind, An entity I reap alive from a scholar’s treatise Not so much for his science but for his calculated dreams.

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This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster:

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All before in the days

all before in the days the easter shells off me were peeled and out my umbilicus were yanked the rainbows cold

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For the luck of a rover

For the luck of a rover the preacher is willing to forsake his pulpit and the audience. There is no worse suffering more than that of a man whose words come bouncing back as arrows repelled and now are lodged … Continue reading

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