Most people do not like not to know,
and especially despise those who know
they do not not know;
and futhermore loathe those who admit
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He called it broom sage,
I guess because it was once
used to make them.
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In some religions, I’m told,
the word for God is never spoken.
It is verboten and a taboo
that must never be broken.
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It was her mercenary heart
that made the deltas of blood
in her veins molten rivulets
of obstinance, hot resolve.
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The stray dogs
huddle in packs, gathered
like galaxies, ravenous
like black holes.
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Dollars, euros, yen:
they’re all just pretty pieces of rags,
cotton, linen, and silk,
a bit of Crane paper, so we’re told.
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The forest is silent for some.
In order to hear the subtle arpeggios,
adagios, the animato of woodland animals,
the bisbigliando of breezes
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There’s no ESC,
he’s lost CTRL,
he needs to Shift
gears and consider Alt
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