Between the fringes of our
heart beats exist a sky wearing
reading glasses.
A lamp burning our heredity
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Every luminary day
has her sunset, which
convert a soliloquy of
a man against his soul
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seeing your dream dying depresses me,
remember when you said you
can't exist without me?
a beautiful lie to keep you sleeping.
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Birthed bird
cage fragile winds,
the river continues
to flow south.
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Stillness of passing
stars.
(a dedication to sir. David Wells)
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Silence grew quiet
under the charms
of a book keeper.
Death, is this sounding.
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O, answer me,
thou foe of life.
For, i feel not, gust
of heaven between
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A hoary leper once dreamt;
Of a place where seraphs trumpet
Eternity in the horizons
Of the pentagrams of life
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They said 'they will buy you Heaven'.
They said 'They will buy you God'.
Buy you a Prophet.
Buy you a new Earth.
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To write Infinite poems,
Yet capture immortality in one poem.
That is a sense of living every Jazzman is dreaming about, Everytime
Those counting three sheeps be Visiting by.
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