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threw it aside
thinking of course
a poem is never

as good as
it might have been,
though    ..
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Cobby
Shut up. I need you to shut up.

The lake is grinning. You can hear the lake
and its schemes, the umbra behind
all that mesmerizing blue.

Blue is color dead to itself. Blue is the cataract
called sky. Blue pretends while the infinite
animal runs naked running
its fingers round
the swell
of stars
that sweat
like oysters.
Ah.

You can’t drown in that blue. Now shush.
I hear the lake undress.
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Mariah
If you come back to
find me dead, it's just because
I see what you meant
I won't
but I wish I would.
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ADoolE
A mind  like a cathedral built out of ruins. Quiet, haunted, beautiful.
He's still walking its halls, lighting candles, naming ghosts.

He isn't healed. But he's aware. And in that awareness, there's a strange kind of peace.
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1DNA
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The day cradles Night to sleep,
For even the stars need to rest.
So sleep, seraphic beauty,
You've long endured life’s test.

~
For everyone going through a tough time,
You are more than enough
There are the sea winds
And the white sails overhead
Dolphins swim below
I watch with my son a slasher film and we become unknown at the same time in our revelation that the poor would time travel to the exact place of their exit might they be more creatively poor. I am furious still that attraction in Eden began to matter. My brother hates the human body for what a machine can do. I don’t think my angel knows I’ve died. Don’t think my brother.
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