Paul Andrew Bourne Poems

Like the dew of the morning,
No one knows from whence it came
Or where it goes thereafter
Like a thought
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I stood perched on the mountain
like a thief, like a thief
like a thief I stood in a surveillance mode
searching for the cracks,
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Like a seed
I began in the open firmaments of the heavens
battered by the very elements of nature
to make me strong
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Hurting
hurting deeply
hurting severely
weeping, rolling, irritated
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Each day slowly drifts afoot
pointing, inching, driving
the beginning of a scientific genesis
the creation of a whole new form
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I awoke advancing from the confines of a covenant
like leaves in an opened runlet. To see waters cascading
in from off the citadel of ravished bowels
from the acceptance of twisted and broken things.
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bitter!
Ooooh
bitter!
bitter more than vinegar
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I see emptiness in their utterances
I see corruption as their intent
as what is uttered is not meant
and what is meant to be interpreted,
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I'm a man
clothed in mystic, power and structure
labeled by the socialization
after arrival
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caught in a politics of culture
designed for the indifferent
they are brought to nothing
because a web
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