Category: Writing
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May Not be Art At All
So many other projects and skyward goals laid themselves out to him, but he could not bear to surpass them. He hadn’t wanted to surpass. But the life of a saboteur chose him. He was built to consider only himself–support only himself. Humanize no one. Instead, I looked to finding ways of believing the dream…
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Futility
resistance is futile.thinking of us dailyprepared you for mesince before you’d heardof resistance.and still you have wanted it.
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Romans 7:11
Thanking fading sins Doubt of consequence is seeping in. Each one shaking with feeling, but wouldn’t say, “And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death.” The wind hinting-hurling at a tempest mind says to the emptiness in waiting… Though it was to be filled with faith— Being whole unknown…
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At Sea
If Calypso could keep Odysseus ashoreand stare at oceanic expanses knowing everything before the horizon belonged to her Could clasp her arms around the breastplate of the warrior of the world If Odysseus could gaze at her holding peace at black hole sun, spattered gold in shining shadow and still gaze – If Calypso could imagine…
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Out of Me
Out of the tumbling of earth,The fallHas become meAnd swallowed what was once stumble. Loam
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Put Out What You’ve Set Ablaze
The scent in those leaves is yours The heat of the tangle we share The hit of this tango we’ve skipped Long lost in the jungle we wait Four limbs to be strangles in “yes” Head light from the toggle and twish I’ve longed to be headstrong and wrong Five eyes to be open and…
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Utopia Was Real
Utopia was realAt one timeIt was not newWas not unlikely Was deservedAt one time Till then, againEndure this hell
Pearson Pivot 