Michael Timothy Rose Poems

The world is not what you think.
However, the world is not without comprehending;
the first incomprehensible fact, though,
is so incomprehensible, nonetheless, we try our bests-
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The intimidating black
And emptiness
Of fearful surmise
Is permeated only by your footsteps,
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I am lost in the solace
of Asbury.
I have never heard
so many voices,
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Tears,
like flies,
can be trapped,
can be eaten.
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Where answers lay
Is where our roots
Most abundantly age,
At the lowest and most
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Between your two
bedazzling eyes,

cities culminate,
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I

“No matter of Wen”
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Faint ripples of meaning
And the idea of
A taste
In
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Where is the answer
Supposed

To be blown in the wind?
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