Poems by FTS Miles

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  • She's my sister of soul,
    this woman with whom...

  • And thus were the characters poised in this tale...
    The Magus, the Lady, her Lord, and fell...

  • This omnipotent whiteness howls enraged
    At our violation of its static landscape...

  • Oh so "Christian" and proud comfortable...
    How are you blind to the effects of your holler...

  • Would it confuse you if I explained
    that it’s but a matter of sense that...

  • I would that moss become her,
    Nestled green amidst the cracks...

  • Cat's eye, penetrating sight,
    Seeking, probing into the night...

  • My only illumination
    Wanes with tossing...

  • Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
    Decades of struggle have withered me old...

  • There is a lesson in this calamity of gold,
    Though the struggling orb takes no solace...

  • 40 million reasons
    Feed my despair...

  • Amidst the trash cans lining the street
    In preparation for garbage day...