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Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
Broken Down
Out of my mind
Dug her up again
Her shiny coat
Pulled tight
The Old Dance
In twilight days of half meals
We gathered weapons in, anger
Long stilled into vaporous ether
Whisked away unseen, a constant
Not This Day
Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
Fixing Insanity
There I was hammering nails again
into the highway
When Marge walked up from behind
'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? '
From Tethys Late Groom
Beyond my upper deck
Before the open bay
Large houses line wide canals
Persistent molars of a near edentulous jaw
preferring not to read between the lines
but rather to witness the carnage, the visage
face to face
on the fast rollercoaster
Far Ponds
Far from the feast of nine delights
From full ponds lillied in shimmering light
And boastful gods in vineyard white
We whisper approaching dawn
Higher Than The Wind
Faeries lie
And tell mortals
They care not
For it, yet
Ice Water
Here on the surface of the sun
Its hard to remember what you were concerned over
Ten thousand degrees or more
Inside hosts of hot-house cooks abound

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