Steven Silent Wolf Poems

(East)
That Life conceived
In Darkness born
The Light that lights my eye is Wisdom's Child
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The brown strength of roots
and the decadence of ripeness
fall full against the golden arms
that strain to hold the southing sun
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This clod of earth that I call mine
is only dust and dirt,
Until your overflowing water
spills the green upon the brown.
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Yellow-eyed and awkward walking,
Head a-bob, the air shaped blackbird,
glossy in the morning glimmer,
timid, tastes the lake-shore rim.
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Like a door, I'm poor at metaphor, and very bad with simile.
I'm more than just a little off on my rhymability.

My mother, the existentialist, has never cared for meaning.
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Throw me into
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Human Wisdom,
freed from dinosauric strength
and lunic light,
has sprouted wings
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The spirit is breathing
eternal internal
until the Word eternal
external matters
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