The Man spoke:
'It is in the murdering' he said
that I find the most puzzlement.
Why should I or anyone not murder
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Words too many, creates an inflation-like balloon; sphere grown too large
where each word gets lost in the volume of words gone awry, orphaned,
where syllabicity becomes too complicatedly and comprehension
escapes the brain and flees into the night of obscurity and sadly
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The trees are leaving;
lurched away;
heading magnetic north;
sap cooled
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The mirror and I have this relationship
complicated as can be;
sometimes my shadow it is
non-consequential.
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I sent birds out
to look for your Soul;
they came back
with a message in their beck
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I'm in between,
bitter tasted;
overcome by my own nature,
but, unrepentant, I still am
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I am the Earth, your mother
and you are my children.
I am from
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She is a flower given
in rainy hours
in her is ocean-ness
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There is a war here;
a war among the Words
where Meaning itself
is often
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'There is in this world that eternal battle'
the General said
'between Good and Evil.
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