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The poet is a lonely, snail… With elongated eyes espy. Following a spiritual brail… Questioning: what’s a wry? What; lucidity nears him by. A non-apologetic; dreamer…
I’ve pride in the work I’ve done and will do… But who are you? Too take that away, from me. Your knights might… Encroach upon the field of play. But my king rules over me
“Words come down, outer space Mop my brow, dust these books Upon the mantelpiece Ignite the candle, long since Flickered perpetual light Before it’s time to say goodnight!
Where; did all the wood garlic—go? Sure it must have been dispensed. By the ice, and snow, 2 yrs.’ ago 2010 / 2011 now never; seen again. I ask myself will it ever recover…
Stillness is not, acceptable. Like an incense burning candle It needs a purple vicious night It needs a vacuous, Veracious, blowing breeze It needs a lotus blushing Pink and diamond white!