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Chronic Euphonic

Airy Atom, Arrow At Anger, Anxious, Add Angle And

Bark, Boys, Bright Birds, Bubbles Burst, Balls Bounce By

Clouds, Calm Cool Colours, Cratylus Chrysalid, Change,

Dark Dour Deadly Depths, Dawn Dreamy Days,

Ends Evolve Each, Ears, Early Echoes, Entry, Earthy

Folk Fight, Fail, Fiery Flux, Fears For Food, Farm, Float, Fly Free.

Good Green Grass Grows, Girls Gravely Give Ground, Gravi...

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As the chair man,

Of this whole sorry business,

One might vote to abstain,

I’m not quite there. Or here.

People avoid direct eye contact,

Can’t reach out to shake hands.

Or may say polite superficial things,

And try to avoid treading on any toes.

 

Awkwardly, I slowly get up.

Feelings, phantoms, do persist.

 

I sit, still, serious, nervously seek support, to hel...

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Oestre

 

What on Earth, are Words Worth?

He is.

Clouded. Lonely. A Wanderer.

Lost in Vast Wonder.

Infinite Love seems a fickle Host.

Dancing wild, wet and naked,

Universe, nuder under moonlight.

She Is. Constant. Change.

Sacred. Natural. Mother. Untainted.

Shimmering cosmic coils cascade spirals,

Encircle stones standing still, rough and fair,

Hewn, coarse, roughly pol...

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Progress Summit

We hope and strive to be just, above.

Where all things and beings would become,

Slightly better, off.

 

The good can't halt the bad, in its fight, desire to climb, reach the top.

The good stands firm beneath.

Yet, I know, all ascensions fall, climb down, melt, shall be blown away.

As odd passing patterns in the seasons snow.

 

Ever rest the roof of Earth.

Promise laid...

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Renaissance

 

 

Raphael’s Plato sits quietly pointing,

to later wolves, who have forgotten,

why and how to howl

At Luna’s moon tonight.

It is clear cut, wonder now is silent.

Horns now sound, in lieu of dreamy owls,

Swooping past my head.

I would that I were a blameless mouse.

Not the fool of cruel convenience.

So ashamed of all that’s dead.

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