Monos Unalos Poems

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous
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Alas a grumbling encroaches
Exuberantly
And electronically
From the blinking blare box
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Quid pro quo;
My mind for my words
I see that I shall
In this life
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The vault whereto always proceed
The robbed of their Reality,
By Time revolving in the sky,
Revoking the immutate eye.
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Oh mother of all things, design alate,
Enlivening the flesh of every form
With will, the surging light of mortal fate:
The movement on the waters and the storm.
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You kernel of apocalypse, you blight,
You spider spinning webs of blackest twine;
In enervated motion you delight,
To taste aborted acts is your design.
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You stone of fire smoldered in the kiln
Of conscience, where a blacksmith cranks and storms
And crafts for every movement of the will
A correspondingly metallic form.
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You magnified disaster of the brain
Descending from the justice of the soul,
The stern decree of conscience - half the bane -
When wed to contemplation seals the whole.
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To fools who fly Confederate Flags
And hollar rebel yells,
Standing only in rotten hallways
Slaves unto themselves.
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Ode to the american school,

bending branches to fit their mold,
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