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Something Hidden In The Brightness of Day *
Fortunes lie on the ocean floor the glow of gold grows dim under the weight of ancient waves currency becomes spurious. Mark my words, young lady— forests will cover these cities one day. You will live to … Continue reading
Stars Arcane and Sacred
Below are the first four lines of a poem that I’m working on. First I’ve written them in English: Stars arcane and sacred perish in the night brilliant supernovae blooms announce their dying light And here, I’ve made … Continue reading
Ghoulish Machinery Set to Whirling*
(collage by Óglach) There inside the gothic arch the whirling purple satin stain mouths the words and makes the mark and calls me by my given name The limestone drips with solemn sweat the windows let the sunlight in … Continue reading
Peter, I Can See Your House From Up Here
It is often that I think of these mountains— No time more so than when I walk amongst them. I’ll find that my thoughts are wandering And see my feet have followed with them. I stand and stare at … Continue reading
A Song for Old Friends
Be young Be merry Have no cares Have no worry Have yourself a drink Have yourself a song Have yourself a time For it never lasts too long In our youth in dreaming fields We stared upon the … Continue reading
The Song She Wrote for Herself
You built a tower seven stories high With a dungeon seven miles deep Never has the sunlight troubled your eyes Nor the moonlight troubled your sleep. Your rooms are filled with … Continue reading
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