We all are estranged to life
in ways far beyond ourselves,
no matter how persistently we wonder
it never forgives us for being.
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Blue is the sagebrush
at early dusk.
-There is a ghost
upon the Western wind
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I haven't had a good conversation
since I don't know when.
It's a sign of the times
and the shape I'm in.
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Keep our gratitudes higher than
our expectations,
and peace shall show -
Where we are going
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Life is furtive.
Never quite this.
Never precisely that.
How oft the sacred sadness comes.
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Unfinished dreams
Lay immured in melancholy
-the saddest mystery, of all human folly-
The feeling like fall
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I have seen the wonder of wilderness
The great beauty of the West,
I have trod the seductive sands
And crawled upon the redemptive red rocks,
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-It would seem, I've run out of words.
Nothing left to say.
I have lost my inner voice.
It's gone, completely astray.
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Damn the wrinkles
And damn my hide,
I know this old mirror is
Filled with lies-
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We've closed the gate
The mules are done hauling frieght,
The hands have penned all the cattle...
While the train's running just a little late.
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