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Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2018
Cinnabar
prods the person
to sunlight, trade, and time,
The civiliz’d do celebrate
what made the empire fine.

What schoolchildren adore in school
is what to all is heir,
The knowledge of practicality
made from the bursting bone.
bursting bone - soothsaying in various cultures involved the reading of cracks in bones after they had been cast into fire
Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2018
Solitude
over many hours
is like a parade of many insects
of different species,
each a self,
each of a face unknown.

A passing mark,
like a comet, itself
from a distant source,
recognizes that it has no house
here, among the homes.
Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2018
I proffer a flower
for you to smile,
But for your heart,
you frown.

May it hide
on your shelf,
with the dust
and the sunrays.

Forget it,
the sweetness
was not cupped
to my ear.
Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2018
The hummingbird ate nectar
As I watched from across the way
But, closer scrutiny revealed
There actually fluttered a moth.

Mark- the funny feeling of
Meaningless eons of time
Dressing up a fluffy insect
And confusing a wandering mind.
Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2018
Nothing belongs to me,
And that is my war,
Myself condemning myself,
So far from the world,
far from Life.
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