james watkin

Nothing in my beat, irretrievable
That takes to treks, as something
Exiled of its own volition
Ever dispirits, within
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A life is not lived once
But many times over
In the memory.
Perusal of which read
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Time, void of use, a wasteland
Is how we see you now.
Stretched out, monotonous. Gladder
Passed through having to plough!
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Lifted from the book of Miracles
Set beside, what's blushed awake
For those wood out of snow images
A coherent picture make
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That gaze, once turned
Smiles upon me forever.
Those eyes, once burned
As the stars never go out.
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Walk me through these feelings.
These your private grounds
hurtful-stepping, moaned through.
Engulfed darkly too.
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Rain's eloquent sorrow, unheard when
Youth's surge was proceeding
More impressionably wrung out of
A subsequent heeding!
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Reinforcing that sense upon him
For a new world has just broke
Man at peace with man, and himself
Unto this shows clearly woke:
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Addressing their easy to sway hearts'
Vulnerable fearing
Wind warned: 'from out tree's blown distress
At your heels, harmless
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Throwing up near distance
Of neighbourhood, the limit
For the degree of our
Dislike of it!
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Fearless, but with no pride.
Proud, and fearing all!
What sets apart the boy
From what, eventual
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Blessed? Unconditionally
Smiled o'er from on high?
Trite and childish! He'll need more
To feel it. For, cry.
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Within this frailness, with frosty look
Best left, what hides Love's rose
At home, as upon a shelf.
Exudes my true self.
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Then dim, this, your fiery mien
Dull, that, your thunder;
To show yourself, to speak up
If a lorn father.
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Though each day's Sun awakes
To what, unchanged
In fealty to its ancient forbears
Tuneful arranged
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Blossom tree, there blown. Of who's face
Yonder strewn does blur now.
Fairest recall! When, piece by piece
That traced up does yet wow.
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Earth shakes; only is it
A disaster called
When that for town, hushed, is
Stood back from, appalled.
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All that's sought after in a Day's face
Relieves, in its brightening
Unpleasantness of this:
What for sullen darks, to hide behind
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Soaking up the sights, the smells
A drizzly Autumn day
Stepping through. Unheard thereafter
For myself, to answer:
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