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If I’d Write the Day…Three Hundred Thirty

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If I’d Write the Day…Three Hundred Twenty Nine

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Burn punched change
Wingspan timeline
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If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred Twenty Seven

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Serpent twisted
Step into whirl-
pooling center grace

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If I’d Write the Day…One Hundred

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Day broke
SKyline falling out

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Metanoia

looking into eyes
of two faced stories
one side voice
two side pencil

mingled footprints
walk garden morning
glories bloom to wilt
in parallel journey

tracing echo words
with dull points
chasing sentence
beginning from end

soul speak counts
lead mind hides
one hundred tears
falling from sky

running color revealing
pellucid waters
voice inhaled word
word exhaled voice

swirled in puddle
splashed in echo
story made song
walking into the duet

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The Evocateur

running tongues
along edges of time
I taste the language
of souls and consume
the words into rhyme

I sing in star spittle
dusting eyes
with shooting hearts
leaving heads in arms
of sight opened wide

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I dance atop
candle wicks
melting waxen form
into liquid pour

singeing skins
of skepticism
baring au courant
flesh of spirits born

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

I run butterflied
through the field
of blooming dreams
a tear fallen dew
washing away disbeliefs

filling inside out
and downside up
auspex of light
silver lining shadows
as new constellations
in the starry above

nameless evocateur
purposed destroyer
severing binds
culling threads
tying together
the universal web

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