Je'free Y . Poems

Immersing my cupped hands into it,
I collect a chunk of uncontainable light,
A wisdom to see places wise people talk about,
Where I can vanish at least a dozen times, and
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My twin still tries to convince me
That love is a need.

I am good at wearing costumes.
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In the quatrains and images
Of the lost books of Nostradamus,
In the hidden purpose & symbols
In gothic cathedrals by freemasons,
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I must confess as early as now -
There is no Baldridge family that I know of.
So how can I even go cooking?
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The settlers on this land,
With no right, title nor permission,
All have occupied the abandoned
Spaces within my reach
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If there is a role I would like to portray,
It would be a redeemer who will save you
From your mysterious unfairness of life.
I know where this overprotectiveness comes-
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Run, run furiously and hide
Beneath dark shadows of lustful flesh.
Am I healing or aggravating my wounds
In this temporary comfort of a drug?
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A universe of difference stands between funerals
Of a beloved from the outer circle
And of an immediate beloved.
I am not only tasting the concoction
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From the cradle down to the grave,
It seems everyone carries on with an armor,
Like a defensive metal covering for the soul,
Safeguard from wounds, protection from bleeding.
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Between zero and infinity, there is nothing;
Nothing, but one whole entirety.

The front of yesterday is fastened to today,
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