Spellshifter Poetry Poems

There are so many things I do
that I do not want to do
There are so many things I want to do
that I am not doing
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I guava tree, furnished gently by the sun,
in summertime this tree had become my fun,
my home, my hideaway, my brother, my all:
The rippen fruit gave me strength, gave me love.
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Looking through my ersatz drapes
beyond the world of flesh and bones
beyond the world of love and hate
beyond my dreams and hopes
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look
look closely
there's something
something you hadn't seen before
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at night
what is that I hear outside?

heavy eyelids
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I reached over for my watch,
however, I don't have a watch.
I had a watch before.
I remember.
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FEAR is the millstone, and confidence is the grain,
that we, willingly, place under the millstone's weight.

What if we do? , what if we don't? , we'll never know
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WHAT is happening with life?
What with me?

I'm free,
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Clouds hovering over town
just barely above the steeples
and the rooftops and the treetops
just barely above it all
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