Orange Geometry Poems

In the confines of the mandala
Repugnant with self-reflection
A dandelion
Falls through space
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As with my face eastward turned
I plead with questions I dare not ask
With a slap of silence, I am spurned
Mysteries of circumstance, still veiled, still masked.
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Contorted
Badly out of proportion
The neurotic spiral beckons you in.
Enticing
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May 31,2007
4: 10 pm

The partridge steals another egg
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