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Fall displaces our sun Hidden behind a sterile vale I wait in ignorance Wolves chase me Tear me through the open Long drawn out dashes of red Streaks on the cheeks of the river She soaks in the end of a prayer A dried ball of cotton dyed into other Ways of being        And matter The stone Buddha smiles Red ink in my palms with thanks An offering made in prostate     pose like the subject to the question Answered with distilled teeth Unclentched the tongue soft Under the lips of a kiss in the winter's day To be given        Not had This thanks of dubious nature Red tape outlines the past Red like the ink in your pleading hands Red like the cotton in your mouth Red like the beginning of your life It comes swiftly into her eyes Against the blue and green     of our days in thought The candle wax     red too Holds the negative space Between the pages A promise written to home "My child is born today"
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
A Father's Poem
Fall displaces our sun Hidden behind a sterile vale I wait in ignorance Wolves chase me Tear me through the open Long drawn out dashes of red Streaks on the cheeks of the river She soaks in the end of a prayer A dried ball of cotton dyed into other Ways of being        And matter The stone Buddha smiles Red ink in my palms with thanks An offering made in prostate     pose like the subject to the question Answered with distilled teeth Unclentched the tongue soft Under the lips of a kiss in the winter's day To be given        Not had This thanks of dubious nature Red tape outlines the past Red like the ink in your pleading hands Red like the cotton in your mouth Red like the beginning of your life It comes swiftly into her eyes Against the blue and green     of our days in thought The candle wax     red too Holds the negative space Between the pages A promise written to home "My child is born today"
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andrew-chau
Taiwanese
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
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