BEFORE THE DAY BREAKS

All and most all ways    there is a kind of a sort of a motion

When I look at you and I do
Taste the silk and silver on you to find
One of you in hiding from one of me to be
A posture keen to be akin to you and me

The air in slow vibration    lingers

In the wake of your sigh soaring in kind
Of what says ever who tells never so ready
For caressing waves of f...

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AN ODE TO THE NOTE LEFT ON THE FRIDGE DOOR

Not                              that it matters, but who could have foreseen the end of the world

That                             silky-sulky visceral notion dawning on the horizon

It                                  whispers in hot agitation about what

Matters                        and bothers shall not burden

But                ...

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