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My Human Progress

An idea begins to form
Like a sky scraper prickling the airs
Inside so calm at moments
And so utterly strenuous

Hardwired To Oblivion

Alas a grumbling encroaches
And electronically
From the blinking blare box

Strange Old Poem

Quid pro quo;
My mind for my words
I see that I shall
In this life


The vault whereto always proceed
The robbed of their Reality,
By Time revolving in the sky,
Revoking the immutate eye.


Oh mother of all things, design alate,
Enlivening the flesh of every form
With will, the surging light of mortal fate:
The movement on the waters and the storm.

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I came upon the rushing dawn
That burst from night as if in song -
A melody of ancient hue
Played by the one who carved the moon -
To drink in the fibers of existence;
Process the notions, and, if persistent
Enough to not lose that bright star
That gave to man his first born awe,
To walk within those mighty clouds
Where beauty, peace and love are shrouds.

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