Christoph Praus Poems

I live and the sun beckons,
The wind chills and renews,
The scent of nature arrives,
And I am complete and here;
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Behold the bookcase burning brightly,
I hold this thought so ever tightly,
And should this thought seek to abscond,
This deeply, darkly, dark beyond,
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A living castle he,
Impervious, imperious ponderously,
He charges into aeons,
Sunders all upon his path,
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It begins with flashes, sharp, electric,
Sleep won't come, but wakefulness abides,
Nightmare lies that way, but welcoming,
Great, wracking sobs tear at every muscle,
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Pale, alien curves suspended in each grain,
A desert stretches before and behind me,
Which hot and laboured winds blow forth,
They wrap and confine me in blissed warmth,
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Is the choice so difficult?
Is it binary or multi-pathed?
And can one make the right choice?
And is choosing wrong set to last?
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The great engager, destructive,
Yet too, creative, cleansing,
The prize ever terrible,
Ever painful, screaming,
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