I grew up in the woods of Virginia.
I was then thrown upon the shores of the Northeast, forever yearing for the pure grace of Albemarle air.
You cut me with your voice
Cut through to the first day we met
Cut what knowing cares to remember
Your voice above my head
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Such brief miracles
Alone watching the songs unfold
The passions displayed
"These are but shadows of the things that have been, "
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If you love my afternoon speeches
Sharing grapefruit on the balcony
You’ll know I love
And give what you see
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Armored shoulders
And a cup of light at the window sill
Monorail beer milk ideas
Translating Shakespeare into Mandarin
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Demolition dentition
Four classes of tooth
And thirty two individual souls
All witness the final goodbye
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