Lady Poetry how can I focus on my dream?
When all my rational tell me to wake up
from, sleepwalking and scream!
Here's a young man on a bench
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The night brings miracles to you and me
Parched lips, like two shores, meeting
For a first and last time, beg for the sea.
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That has vellum sheets all but come unglued
Carelessly, held in our hands
It's a book that feels, nearly pristine new.
Whose pages are like badly laundered-clothes?
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Let's suppose I am '200 billion pixels of a memory. '
On a digital highway bound into a digital collage
Now let us suppose I am a 'Kaleidoscope of atoms. '
Going slightly somehow mysteriously at large.
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Her cleavage, a breathless butterfly
drinks from the pool of lust and love
reckless, her weight a fallen dove
'shows no desire for fear or flight.'
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Wild meadow scent-
succinct from anything else.
One yard of silk...
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In the stillness of time,
we will be swallowed by the hurricane's eye.
That has swept over your heart.
in the stillness of time,
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Be known for-its tin mines, its watery cavernous caves?
Ancient as any surrounding granite hills-
is its peat bogs? Dotted with Stone-Age landmarks
its moorlands of abandoned medieval farmhouses,
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I've had my eye on you.
Since preschool
I've had my eye on you.
Since leaving, leaving, junior-and-high school.
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In the beginning
formless and empty
the waters
separated
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