Misc. Poems
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From one eternal infinity,
Always was and thus will be... -
My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day... -
He
brushed me off... -
Why is the exact never attained,
yet ceaselessly sought... -
Hand and guitar,
concave and convex... -
The supermarket,
though filled with goods... -
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All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest... -
Behold!
They crusade to crucify... -
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved... -
Day is fading it softly bows
The ghostly whispers rise somehow... -
Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways... -
Religions are the shadows
cast by the candle of Truth...