Sonnet

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Seasons

Somewhat scarred, pricked and kneaded; and furnace flame—
A writhing soul; and why the waves—a rinse...

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Something Fell; and...

Some type of trance, and flaming tongues, and fearless flight.
What prompted such music—a cellar...

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Ticking Clock

Open the locket, love: nibble infinity. Such epiphany: an
Orange grape; and heirlooms: a country...

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Psych, Client, Therapist

Is it a technique? and what a technique: a sign and symbol.
What if I chided you, repeatedly, and...

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Unborn Alive

We’re unborn love: asearch for breath; and pond to heart—
A voice of tears; and gaze the moon:...

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Cultured & Conscious...

If I manipulate you, and you fathom, and you respond, and
I get my way: is this research? To know a...

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Relight the Wick

Let us die, one more ‘gain—my love; and let us live, one
More life—my love; for love is fluid—such...

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Songbird

Such favored traits and hearts and love and souls and locks
And thoughts and blood; and chiseled...

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Paradigm

What’s the paradigm; and why so valid; and by what culture?
If one life broken; and one life whole:...

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Dynamic

To do x: must I acknowledge x; and to wear y: must I point
To y? I argue nay; but some speak, “Yes...

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When Heaven Yearns

I vision screen plays and musicals and sugar plums and fey
And diamonds and whispers and firestones...

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Division

One yearns for Satan: the other for Christ; and so strong; and

So bruised; and feel more light; and...

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Fire & Hailstones

So deep the anger; and perish my smile; and live my ghost;

And soar her dreams. The edge a climb: a...

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Within

I sense a struggle: it lingers near: a saint and dragon; and
Something dies: a cringe and flow; and...

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Traipse & Dance

Oh the sheer rhythm: and dust and dirt and dress and pain; and
Flare and flight; and flight and...

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'touch'

'touch'

to touch me without your "touch"
without hands or fingers as such

to touch me without a kiss...

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Call

I move tipsy, and slightly stumble; and something yells; and
Something screams: a need to feel: a...