A spiritual entrainment levees,
spawning entropic cascades in its wake,
a logarithmic landscape ossifies,
effulgent among its tutelary scarps.
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The Mirror
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I smiled in the mirror this morning,
She gestured back with grace,
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Song of Silence
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Today I felt alone,
With so many friends to sing along.
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I just drank some amber spirits,
that burn with fossil nostalgia,
encumber with humdrum to long a child,
purged from a fertile womb.
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What started with a smile ended with a shovel,
so I thought.
Fifty years later behind the church,
Where the hurly-burly began.
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Where have all the pilgrims gone?
Where have all the Quakers gone?
West. Towards native land.
To daub the wattle,
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Behold those blue eyes that blush under a millinery,
A silhouette weaved of mulberry silk and moly,
A sleeping beauty that fissures to birth la prima ballerina assoluta,
A callow progeny of Margot Fonteyn.
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American Woman
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Standing before your deliberating presence,
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Rose of incessant color,
Where have your petals gone?
Withered with floral acumen,
doused in florid wine.
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