Elmer Sayre Biography

You called me,
from a corner store in your home-town,
in Sulawi.
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Darkness it was
When we were young
Seemingly there was nothing
We were both unsure, soft lips unclaimed.
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When you claimed that God is unnecessary
You seem to forget -
The taste of your morning coffee,
the feel of the wheelchair as you sit,
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Briefly there is heaven amongst the flowers in the villa but my heart is somewhere else I cannot stand the incessant whining and chatter and false pretenses of glory proposing to write magnum opuses, what is it? nothing but food for cockroaches in tiny library nooks seldom seen by living souls yet;

Reaching a crescendo, thunder growling like thousand foxes in the distant ready to pounce on unsuspecting smaller fauna; the crescendo erasing the soft stiletto-pointed step-in worn by a lost Ukrainian damsel looking for an Italian savior in a hot humid night while the chug-chugging ferry sleeps;
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You said I am irrational

destroying the library in my head
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