forrest-jorgensenWhisper

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I Am YouI am a point of observation. / I am your sword, / I am your shield.
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Aug 16, 2016
The Dream of an Endless SpringEvery year I watch as the withered trees / Sprout new leaves in Spring, / And see those too turn to crimson and amber
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Apr 22, 2016
Elegy For My UncleMy uncle died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. / It made his brain dissolve itself in nine months. / I stood next to the once-stalwart man,
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Apr 14, 2016
The World TodayThe dreams of our children are dead before they're born. / We toil away so that made men can get paid far more than we want to say. / Our lives in this place are stilted and gray.
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Apr 13, 2016
Thoughts For My FatherLife culminates and dissipates; / I remember to remember, / Then run out of space.
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Feb 15, 2016
The Silence of HumansI passed a drifter sitting on the edge / Of the I-49 on-ramp / As he gave me a fleeting glance
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Dec 8, 2015
While Listening to a Sad SongGuide me along the notes melancholy, / String me within their somber frets, / Assure that I entangle in the web
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Nov 4, 2015
This WayIn these streets gather grime and slime, / And an ideological undercurrent / That is by no means benign.
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Oct 30, 2015
A DisturbanceRolling my spirit free / From an early sleep, / The faint purr of my fan
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Oct 13, 2015
I DissipateIn reality I am on a couch, / Melting into its cushions / In the heights of an acid trip.
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Oct 2, 2015
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