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#128
Autumn-cladyour oil rending songwaxing,reminds me of homethe falling star,in its cholerstirred up more than dirt, amidst the heat,amidst the haze,our silence,ringing,plays itself out
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#127
Forge fire,smelted down,the iron hearted sparkdancing in the palm of Your handfinds itself,more pleasing than before, Adam,firstborn,your sin no greater than my own,too, knew that which awaits outsideEden’s door,does us good from the dust,in the midst of summer,ashborn,our inheritance the thornamidst the soil,in the soul,born again
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#126
Exile,Dredging the fathomlessdepths of your heart for lovepull forth only the sedimentalstuff of sorrow You,baptized in sunlight,having walked alongside the prophetsspeak with a voice of thunder,You, dwelling withinthe sacrificial smokerising up beyond the peak of Sinaipast the saints,speak,Your voice, like thunder,piercing througheven the fathomlessdepthsof sorrow
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#125
Chasing the wind,we, overcome, soughtto remake the world according tothe nature of our hearts brother,gone eastward,your footprints rememberedby the earth,found yourself beyond our father’sshadow,having offered up your adolescenceupon the alter,now, contest with giants My love,gone eastward,my footprints gone with the wind,having once refused the appropriatesacrificefind myself blessed only by our father’sfaith,now, in our daughters eyesrecognize…
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#124
Soul-stone,unwinding,the shadow threaded veil,once lifted,cannot return us to ignorance, ignorance, a blissfulshallow-well berift of measure or meaningis no more fitting for you my lovethan the dust, dust-crowned,we who went astray knowingour inequities have reapedthat which was promised us, in the whirlwind,amidst the whirlwind,His voice, at lastcalled out,your truename
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#123
Climbing sliver,our history, held in contempt,concedes its wisdombefore a gilded tower Joshua, in exile,passing along his yolk,like stones planted in the river,hidden in our children’s laughter,a mustard seed,faithfully preservedfor more fertilesoil
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#122
Dowsing handed shadow,plunging the fathomlessdepths of a soul,discoveredsomething beyondthe polysyllabic stutter-stepof wonder,a fragment of the first word,greater than gratitudea confluence of sacrifice and certitude, apotheosis,dancing in the palmof Light
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#121
marionette,misplaced,your dreams,laid out, becamejust another teardrop my love,your dreams,passed forwardmanifest along side spring showers,an infants laughterresounding across the silence,so much more thanjust another teardrop
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#120
Dawn-swimmertwice shy,the midday sun,out of place,finds itself a causal ribbon,stretched out and pinchedbetween transience and incongruity dusk-weaver,on display,your dissatisfaction sharper thanthe Queen of hearts,pulls again,at what I am, andwhat is meant to be
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#119
World-wise,winding,a rose petal,falling, finds itselfsuspended by the hand of God You,winding down,having lost your waytwice before,sharpen your teethgratefully,upon the edge offaith
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 