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2014-08-12
The Rabbit's Keen
...Where the geyser has no head
and the river's race is red
Where the rabbit's keen rings wild
'round six stark-kneed storks beguiled
Where the craters' kissing calm
rocks the blossoms' sleeping psalm...
There my blue-eyed sun shall drain
his draught of winds-wept laughter-rain
And from the straylight star-fields glean
the mower's milk, the reaper's wean
Aug. 9, 2014
Clouds
Nubes esse velim.
The morning would blow me away
And the midday sun would evaporate me.
The morning would blow me away
And the midday sun would evaporate me.
March 13, 2013
At Last
Behold now the blood-blackened cadaver:
A lump of a man,
More effective in death
than ever his life's longings.
But no, that is not me;
I've left that earth.
I radiate my last thought into the Void -
The one true friend:
It takes me as I am.
A lump of a man,
More effective in death
than ever his life's longings.
But no, that is not me;
I've left that earth.
I radiate my last thought into the Void -
The one true friend:
It takes me as I am.
August 9, 2013
Hope
And so, at sunset
I wrote Adieu
And she wrote Ciao
And somehow
In that quaver between
Never and Someday
I mine a meager starlode
Of immanent hope.
I wrote Adieu
And she wrote Ciao
And somehow
In that quaver between
Never and Someday
I mine a meager starlode
Of immanent hope.
March 28, 2014
Armageddon
Apollyon drives his flaming chariot
Against Metatron and Merkabah
A cataclysmic clash
Exactly betwixt my frontal lobes
I've mapped Megiddo at last:
Somewhat north of my medulla
Against Metatron and Merkabah
A cataclysmic clash
Exactly betwixt my frontal lobes
I've mapped Megiddo at last:
Somewhat north of my medulla
April 5, 2014
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