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UNVEILING THE HEART

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The spirit of prophecy guided me to this spring of living water 

Where all living things are made a-new: son, daughter

Neither shall there be mourning, all tears washed away

Live with the full force of a Jesuit priest today.

Pass through the door that can never be locked

Don't whine like a man who knows he's out of time.

Casuistry and sophistry work together

To blind men: in rain or shine or stormy weather.

Poetry's more about the wine than the whine, she said,

seek to express the inexpressibility of time, instead.

A true poet makes the difficult easy

Turns water into wine, in a half-truncated line, 

Caesuras can soar into the words that burn:

Pull out his eyes! Pull out his eyes!

Apologise! Apologise!

I will not apologise,? if it cost me my life,

I will never apologise but I spit in the face

Of all the stupidities of the human race.

To encounter a sniffer out of intelligence causes me such glee.

Away with all those premature gravediggers, Flee!

All those who condemn the weak, the fragile and the free

To all these gainsayers of the heart, I say shift the shade and set us free,

Seek the good in you and me,

Break free, from this all-abiding stupidity.

 

◄ Regret

The rhythm of a dream ►

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