1. Airport
Painter fog prepares the broad glass panes.
Some who have reserved seats,
Sit on their hand-baggage,
Fearing to lose their places or their papers.
The flying whales are stranded on the tarmac.
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2.
Pause or pass;
No need for words,
When you sense
What can't be said
In words, but felt
In dreams beyond the real.
3. Vigilante Mob
"Force must be channeled
And the savage civilized:
Let me thrash you.'
4.
Action is a toy and its rehearsal
Thrills less and less.
Jump again.
5.
Be gentle with the tyrant, for his mill
Can grind stone, no less than grain.
6.
One can give perceptive credence
To truth dressed up as lovely fiction.
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