fallen

she the dispossessed, having dropped from her green perch, is the way of life. a long walk alone finds me mulling her new state in a chancy world: a fruit of some tree, cloying as the grace of eve, is among new friends. everything falls here; faith, love, hope, time, are all braced for good of the Truth. i am the apple, the searching leaf, the pine bough, the draining...

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red dust

i. i love the pockets-full of red dust that you are: a collector's worth of archaeological meteor-shower atoms. that through my fingers i might sift you for a thousand years, feeling the soft-soft sigh of your breath on my closed eyes. ii. you are of the uncommon fires found in the outest backs of the wilderness of common men. there, in the distance, the shape of...

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true

with this audience of bent tree and leafy ground, love's never dismiss...

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frost on the tire

something comes from nothing and the morning sprites, how they light upon life with the aplomb of kings to their thrones. a child's bike laid on its side, and within morning's reaches, recumbent and receiving her blessings of life-loss. something comes from something and the child who left the bike upon the grass is asleep, dreaming of something blue or green. i have...

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