Angus Wyman Macdonald

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High we stack our ideas
our theories and beliefs

Yet jealousy and greed
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What surprises me most
is how male lust for female beauty
the thing that populations are made of
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This is a dream I had:

In a labyrinthian castle
a small boy
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If you twist its handle 'round
The Door
though heavy
so lightly pivots on its hinge
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I am not tired
I am not hungry
I am whole
and blessed with health and happiness.
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I can almost hear my sins
crunching underneath my steps
I look down and see these
as if the Earth were made of glass
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