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#118
Master of masks,setting out,etched your fate upon the bulkhead,yesterday, a theriacal ribbon,drawn out behind you Autumn,affected,the poetic veneer fallen away,floating,cherry blossoms on the waves,circular,as echos of babelscrawled in pencilbetween the linesupon your page
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#117 (revised)
Snow-shed,falling, cast thewillow in horefrost,three bites broke your teethon yesterday,a sliver, discardedran up the riverbedjust below ourbedside window, you,forging ahead,captured a star,you, castaway,formed tomorrowupon thespinning wheel,a sliver, discarded,having built itselfup upon your memory,remembers
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#115
Shiver-step,bundled in fog,the moon, waxing,trails, just beyondyour fingertips Shiver-step,given to the moment,you,keeper of dreams,trace my fingertips,in the moonlight,bundled in fog
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#114
Wall-flower,shut away,gave yourself to dreaming,the world,laid out before you,kindles naught but fearwithin your heart Wall-flower,shut away,deliverance,written in dreams uponthe wall and laid out before you,too, could be yours,if only you bring yourfear, bound in stringand laid out uponthe alter,a sacrifice,in the desertbefore the Lord
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#113
Twice spoken,the polysyllabicherald of solitude,drives forththe silence Queen of hearts,having played your hand,fold yourself backinto the yourself Dream-weaverHaving played your hand,spill yourselfout into the silenceyou, spilled outdraw yourself backinto yourself,your thornssharp as the angledslivers of youraffection
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#112
Pilgrimcalled out of bondagealong the perennial pathwayand into wild placesnot yet charted the tally menleft in bondageand thrice afflictedcount the everbloomingcircles beneath the glass,beneath their hands,mired in the silenceand not yet spokenfor
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#111
Phoenix,falling,the orchid petalin decentcatches itself,the orchid petalcatching itself,rises, alongthe Celtic circle,before the spark of life,entwined parallelthe phoenix wing,at long last,born again
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#110
Seascape,bespoken,concrete spiressprawlinghem inthe sky Joy-harvesterwinnowing joyfrom the desiccatedskein of fateyour inheritance,still-born,reaching upplays outbeyond your sightbeyond thesky
Black ink and sunbeams poetry 