| speak to me a symphony of life
take my white and dream our beauty
forest this love into blue wind eternity
my sweet love you are sun and moon
you are a garden of language
essential to shine
him her together
we as one.
picturing rain music
falling beneath shadow
in purple petal lakes. |
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| bluebrown shirt, shoes, pants, grey wool hat. out to street. onehundred four, onehundred five, one hundred six, onehundred seven steps into the book smell. and then on to the coffee smell. hellow to Pete. hellow to the green seat. read the new book front to middle. almost middle. page fifty-nine. fourhundred thirty-seven steps into the mail store. purchase love, send love away. bid hellow, bid farewell. onehundred fourteen steps home. back to room and to page sixty. then to tell the pillow the days tales. goodnight. |
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| Death is a dialog between
The spirit and dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay. |
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