Life
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Echoes
what will it be when we listen?
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malcontent
buying your love is the end I’m afraid of.
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Sonnet XII – the dying of the light
Perhaps it’s in the dimming gloam we’re best.
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know-nothing
it’s heavier than it looks.
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mocked by numbers
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
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on communication – vii
can we trust that they are true?
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on communication – vi
ach, Übersetzung!
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on communication – iv
I get tricked by communication more times than I like to admit.
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on communication – iii
making sounds is not enough
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on communication – i
foundations of war or peace
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It’s Coming.
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
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love and the cosmos
the closer we get to “getting it”, the more there is to “get”.
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Sonnet XI – machete jungle
’tis as I feared, we’ve entered zone called “friends”;in search of different – more – though this is fun.while something still continues – something ends;it all feels o’er before it had begun.I wax dramatic – ’tis the role I play;Life in my head exists in excess size.expecting nothing used to be my way;expecting now just…
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starts with ‘m’… Every. Single. Day. #SoCS
you could wake up to way worse.
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under repair
so much work yet to be done.
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whistling in the graveyard
flesh-stripped scaffolding sharply buttress a new kind of body.
