Poetry
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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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life imitates
I see some imitation here
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flesh
oxygen ~ without it – dead in minutes.
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Land of the Free?
Alas, the dream of freedom fades ~ You scoff and think I overstate.
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Sonnet X – night blindness
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.
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Just Right – #SoCS
everything in moderation.
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unanswered
question asked – reply was vapid
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a work of unbroken openness – part 3
let connections define gaps
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a work of unbroken openness – part 2
Look at all those holes…
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a work of unbroken openness – part 1
durchbrochene Arbeit
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spin cycle – #SoCS
wash, rinse, repeat.
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plot lines
without conflict, the story goes no place fast.
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in his cups
today I will make no amends.
