Miroslava Odalovic Poems

there where the rain edged the night
a deceptive star put out its glow
silently there beat the midnight
a heaven beat high a hell beat low
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The mornings leave wet drops of your coming
And drowned in dew each atom’s a spell
The cloudless blue keeps calling you miming
At a distant thunder at a silent shell
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knowledge put to power
like a spark against fire
books burn worldwide
in superficiality
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first define and then command
few have as yet defiant declined
an invitation to scholar chains
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then one should change the subject
or the medium trying to pain paint
to pain paint the glass sky ceilings
crystal palaces symphonies of cry
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we remember clubs only
and the way of all the spines
disciplined on membership
which is probably why
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the suns are writing obituaries of dusk
and the sun the sun is always more than one
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the crucial object in all reflection
its majesty the table in multitude viewpoints
...idealistic- the table is but a projection of my mind
skeptic - the table is uncertain unlike me
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marking the dead ends of time
who stood upon the tomb to brainstorm the clouds
swelling in pain and...
there took the bottoms
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