Half a moon concealed 

Inside a cityscape;

A clenched fist persists, 

Suffocating catharsis;

The noble unknown

But not unknowable,

Beckons still, its name

Burbled in a stream...

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Slanderers and sycophants, 

connoisseurs of the canard, 

precariously partner up

in a delicate dishonest dance,

exhaling calumnies and encomia

in a fashion underhand, 

gloating in advance

(before their agendas clash),

at having fooled the mass

as peddlers of the mirage;

yet all too soon

their myths must fester,

their synthetic sine qua nons

beheld suddenly as...

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Branches will flower

Even as faces debate

Whether to glower

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Protagonists, antagonists,

and all in-between,

relying on serendipity

to give its cosmic wink,

decide their fates,

and make them conduits

for that universal allegory

looming ever so large,

within this paradigm

of ashes and dust,

before they're footnoted

as the mere footfall

of an era bygone,

the one following

forgetting to ask

who was hero,

and who w...

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By hook or by crook,

truthfulness eluded;

mercy and justice

precariously in tandem, 

as some domineering anthem

half-heartedly is sung...

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At the point of seemingly

no return, perforce

a catharsis sought;

with sirens circling,

a Ulysses pact:

taming a future

in advance; perchance

to safeguard some

nobler dream, to be

worthy of Nostos,

and Itháki's wreath...

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Only the jester 

is spared fetters

in speech; under

the guise of jocundity

and the fragile aegis

of a roomful 

of petrified eyes

pitifully glad 

to be off the hook,

he delivers his

mirthful dramatics 

laced with the

elixir of truth...

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The wishing well conceals

all the lessons of pain

begging to be learned, 

just as the marvel 

knows to mesmerize, 

but the cadaver

hides all the while

A tableau vivant has 

the erratic pseudo-

frozen as static,

in a world demanding

precarious symbiosis

of supine and lupine,

in the strangest

of feedback loops

No real resolution, just

some ra...

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Spellbound by some

prelapsarian utopia, 

a no-place, where

an anachronistic avalanche

reverses course, back

to its distal cause, 

and the sentinel

of an underworld

files its houndsteeth

into severe harmlessness...

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Dream-propelled 

yet doubt-impaired,

with the courage 

of the voyage, but

a cross to bear;

And the interloper

seems suddenly

no more a stranger

than the mirrored

counterpart, a gleam

of sabotage flickers

in the eyes of glass;

and the rest?--

--A history in ash, 

while the paradox

vexes the centuries

still: was our

personal-supernal

a ...

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A lost ark

palpable only

through a parable;

A lost art

of surrender 

to the melancholy

of the quotidian, 

which once transcended

can reveal a chaos

in technicolour,

a bewilderment

stellified, mellowing

thus the paradox, sweetening

the aftertaste of finitude...

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Alibis for sale

As leaves tremble in the breeze,

Decoding the draconian impetus

To find but fear

Lurking there beneath;

A procession of souls

Dreading redemption, for

Who will they be once cleansed, 

Novel allegiances able to profess?

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The malevolent prefer

To skirt around the soul, 

Lest it should reveal

The resident rot

Gift-wrapped in

Leaves of gold, 

Hoping to convince

For just a day more

That the emperor

Marches fully-clothed...

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A noonday nonchalance

met with eventide's

remonstrance, ill

at ease with 

the simplicity

of being, fearing

that the moon

may well glower, 

if nothing's 

been achieved...

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We've reached the timberline, 

And breached every bulwark along the way,

Searching for our lost morale

Somewhere in modernity's morass, 

Meticulously curating our sadness

To match the times of madness, 

In the stranglehold of sin, 

Blinking furiously to see

Which shore we might've called home, 

But that's just a frozen word of yore,

And what's an Eden for,

Str...

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No dulcet disclaimer

came from the soothsayer, 

those pleading for specifics

now left to their own devices, 

sighing anchorless, with

every caveat concealed, but

still, a cocoon provided

for these convalescent

in search of some reprieve...

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A decimated psalm

and a petulant pilgrim, 

salvaged perhaps, 

by an astral map

leading far away 

from plaster saints, 

but not to neverlands, 

rather to wandering

and wonderment:

tiptoeing around 

galaxies, indulging in

the spirit of anarchists, 

only to reveal 

the deciduous idyll

didn't really fool you;

it's the wisdom of Yggdrasil

to shed some lea...

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A gridlock of spirit, 

A paralysis of choice, 

Unable to detect

The unrivalled and unalloyed;

Whelmed and unhelmed, 

The captainless soul

Yields to the stranglehold

Of an insidious lattice

Of mimicry, its antics

So remarkably practised

As to wield

Their carbon copies

And echoes with

Such flair that

Any expressions of 

The bona fide and rare

Must stay...

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The bulrushes sway

with Salome, blessed

by Selene, but 

squandering the benediction

to lace her veils

with serpentine diction, 

susurrating in the breeze,

guarding the tempo 

to her danse macabre, 

while in the distance, 

the hound of Hades

can't help but bark...

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Empiricism won't be 

serving up the empyrean.

The riverbed sighs, 

burdened with the sediment

of eternity.

But standing by the bank, 

Heraclitus winks, knowing

that life will serve up 

the requisite punchline

at an inconvenient time

of its choosing. 

And, perhaps, a diadem

by Daedalus bequeathed

if his labyrinth

you traverse, soul

unscath...

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Sand on a mandala

blown away, stasis

menaced by momentum,

chased by change,

as Troy's edges 

singe already;

such frenzied whimsy

for the student

of surprise, still

ill-apprised

of the sanctity

of a sunrise,

especially when

each and every

sunset has long

ago been numbered...

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Heroes and Anti-heroes

at the mercy

of the Muses

and their moods, 

in conjunction

with the Fates

and all their 

inscrutable dictates, 

within this Universe

of Unorthodoxy, 

where Destiny 

gets to challenge

Choice to a duel, 

though the perusal

of a Life lived, 

may render Winner

and Loser indistinct...

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The millenia lurk

by the rafters

in the sky, marvelling

at the choices

of marionettes trying

to illumine a prophecy, 

infuse it with fact;

epochs poke through,

to peek at the calcifying 

of evil-doing, all 

in the name of good;

not a name, of course, 

but a pseudonym, cunningly

whispered by the dreaded,

hydra-headed, shapeshifting 

free-will-usurper...

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The dream-woven scape

effervesces, exhorting

you to make

an elegant escape,

to forsake

the uncompromising chaos

of the quotidian, 

to consecrate

a new meridian, 

cast cornerstones

into a game of dice, 

dance to the resonance

of a renaissance

that will suffer 

no ultimatum 

with the redolence 

of a temporal stratum...

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Watch as they don't

even dither before

they silver

the thirty pieces

they'll barter

for a sliver

of posterity, 

surrendering

their souls 

with such dexterity,

to be followed, 

of course, if caught, 

by some parody

of penitence, as they

take up residence

in the pantheon

of hypocrisy,

where all impulses

Pharisaic and prosaic

always reign, and

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The lyre never lies

as it laments

the passage of Time. 

The verdigris resignedly 

grins, vestige

of a vendetta

with the aforementioned

ruler of clocks, 

paradoxical sprinter

of marathons. 

The glass of hours knows

warring won't work, 

inveigling either;

coercing the ether

into structure, or

cowering in the corners

of existence: such

woul...

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The wind chimes of serendipity

lead to a trail of runes

that neither assert, nor prove

the answer of answers, or

the plan of a demiurge, 

but gently illumine

the mooring of a morning, as 

silence silvers the leaves, 

a synaesthesia of

infinitesimal extremes, 

a simple agonizing bliss...

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A demigod's ambivalence, 

neither here, nor there, 

enmeshed in both realms, 

a confused existence,

neither canonical, nor apocryphal,

semi-denounced by divinity,

yet given the opportunity

to hoodwink both mortals and gods;

so, at worst, a trickster on the prowl, 

but, at best, a descent of the Beyond, 

meant to liven up the Here and Now. 

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Eavesdropping on the future,

you even hazard a guess

of your own, before

the Pythia prophesies, 

but then you hear

her runaway sigh,

adding, thus, further

clues of foreboding

to a trail that

won't truly be trodden, 

for her utterances

might as well be 

bowdlerized, varnished

with a half-knowing

that gilds the cage 

you'll be forced 

to reside in, onc...

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The day's parlance

lacks all patience. 

So many seem

to need a sceptre 

on which to balance

all that incompetence. 

And the potion 

in the cauldron

aims to animate 

nobody but the zealot. 

But what if

the very premise

is flawed, crumbles

at the mere mention

of a wrathful god?

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Though unready for such leaps,

Forced to confront

All the crimson of the epoch,

And a lexicon that lives

Closer to comfort, yet

Further from the truth,

As we stand faithless

Before the fulcrum

That could let flourish

The coveted equilibrium, 

An un-becoming of the ego,

A veto to the vertigo

Caused by a nexus

Of the nefarious, angling

For the negation

Of...

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An earth scorched

in accordance with chaos

and a butterfly, 

with its nonchalance

of the passer-by, 

its audacity

to inflict an odyssey

on the uninitiated, 

who never anticipated

such Goliaths, forcing

them to rise

to the occasion of love, 

in the very face

of an unrelenting dark...

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The caprice of the chrysalis,

refusing metamorphosis, 

demanding that which

won't ever be granted:

an armistice with Time, 

its prime antagonist,

just so secrets

and spectres may

stay cocooned

in that elemental

phase for yet

another moment, 

or two...

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An alchemy of the numinous

and the maniacal, 

a pained enigma, 

a manacled charisma

in hiding, as

the volcanic may, 

indeed, harbour traces

of the shamanic, yet

the somersault between

extremes, tinged

with tragedy, will

rarely cease long

enough to let

flourish a peace

that presides, perhaps, 

inside the very hub

of a merciless wheel...

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