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    vivid, intricate, melting pink, blue, soft the tiniest drops of death falling from the sky. it has always been so peaceful; it has always been so cold. vivid, intricate, fleeting pink, blue, calm the simplest form of ending disappearing from the face. it has always been so sile...
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    I recall the way his cracked lips parted over his smile, where it seemed every other tooth was missing: a checkerboard happiness staring up, staring back: a purpose, a problem. I recall the way his quiet eyes painted portraits of the world, where everyone was what they were—could not hid...
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    Dearest dear, Karma, it has been too long. Since I have heard your smile; seen your laugh. I mean to thank you, kindly fate, for giving me the guiding star that lead me to this wood. I sprint between the branches between the saplings and the briars; the light flickers between the trees— my...
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    A window cannot teach you to see, and none will ever try. It has not always been there with its cold, smooth surface awaiting the heat of your curiosity. Translucence is only a template; windows are not so timeless. They are fragile, and broken though they lead lives of caution, while we m...
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    I walk along the city streets with care, avoiding glances—cracks within cement. I pass the homeless, all agéd and spent, but grant no smile: alive and unaware. I go in silence past the fateful stare of each calm, knowing, standby simple gent, whom on my striding focused: quite intent. I tr...
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    There are places we must go. To lean over hand-rails and watch the storm: Wonder Where we were when the sky was formed, In shades of fire and gold. The fresh, black pavement of night shook like the earth, Cracked with great webs of lightning That wove baskets through the trees in our backya...
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    It is a memory, Of a soft hand pulling across her cheek, Dragging daylight to her lips. The gentle sun lifts her chin, And she looks up into his eyes. It was three years ago, And the sunlight tasted so different. She replaced his face with prismatic colors: Reflections in an imaginary eye....
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    Come to me in the dead of the night, oh keeper of the dreams, and mark my brow for battle with the faintness of my heart. And I will brush your gentle wings back from your tearing eyes. I will feel your finger-tips, and read the fate we share: the braille from your palms. You understand my ...
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    She believed every day, That there was a side of the universe that we couldn't see. She would trace it out in ornate patterns on the ceiling above my bed, And I would point out constellations – Familiar like long-remembered friends. She would redesign the stars. A new astrology. Turning...
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    East of the Equator Is a place that doesn't exist. Una fonda invisible that we enter in a held breath. Release it into the open air and it will run from your lips: Paralyzed in the clouds that carry a thought. This moment. A tranquility that binds me, and a distance that brings you bac...
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    Part No. 1: I jump on the street, when an alarm clock sounds. It doesn't have to be mine: measuring my life in broken REMs. Part No. 2: Til the end of time seems so much closer, When you measure in the mileage of our lives. It is as though I could take this silken fabric And bind yo...
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    The red line runs in torrents to Glenmont-- Which must be a place from your memories-- As we trace our roots through blood. The tang of humid air in your nostrils is the best kind of elemental, And it feels something like sweetness, The first sip of tea through a straw. I stepped carefully ...
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    How much better would life be, If this were a word we uttered in a state of constancy. It is a sort of thrilling terminology. The sweet, warm climax of literary vision, The way the vowels dance from note to note, As if you could pluck one From the word And play it sweet; Harpsichord...
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    I hold Mercury Near and dear A secret locked In safest sphere I gave him parchment To write it down The burning truth On barren ground And gods in distant Orbits sigh Why Mercury Is greater than I In this letter Find my reply A messenger Waiting to fly...
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    Poetry is. Falls in light bursts of rain, and it waters the earth as we wait for the clouds to come overhead and drench our socks: we wait, so that we might run through puddles of apostrophe, and taste the meter cleansing our faces: iambic and spondaic, pitter-pat, drip-drop. We will ba...
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    It is ugly, the way they paint you pale, When you are black as a sweet midnight gale. And they seize you sharply by the hand, And turn your soul into contraband. You are a collection, rarest of things That never will know why the caged bird sings: Fracturing light with kaleidoscope wings. Sti...
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    So much depends upon who you once had been, but only the rhythmic clicking of the old family projector recalls the way you smiled. I do not know your teeth, they do not un-wrap Christmas presents, and they no longer laugh while we play poker for pennies. I remember that the guacamole was n...
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    She died, in a brick house, at the intersection of two roads. Its wrought iron streetlights and ivy-coated walls had never meant home to her; she had never belonged. She did not understand this world, of apartments and skyscrapers. How could one live in a house built by someone one did not k...
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    She was the silent, shielded waitress, fluent in the tongue of waffles and multi-flavored syrups— boysenberry, maple, sugar-free. It was impressive how she shifted the gleaming, silver platters: never missed a table. She always folded napkins, left crumpled on the plates, into tiny p...

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