Sonnet

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A Faceless Touch

How speak of love, without love? Indeed my love, a welkin
Tear. Something so seductive—the breadth...

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Tragic Money

A woman stood over her car crying

She had left a wad of money driving

Placing the money on...

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A Need to Pause

A subtle silence spoke love. The soul splayed asunder. We
Perish life. And heart, a kettle drum. My...

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Risen Sky

The sky has risen, my soul; but sullen the heart of joy.
The flame, a crystal—a lambent star. My...

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Whetstone

Glisten, my love: enflame the waves, knead the soul; for I
Clasp a dream, and totter love. The flame...

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Spirit Storm

A faceless mirror: a vibe reflection. Thus, I pray, a seraph heart.
The soul—a murky window: the...

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Cadent Pulse

Such steepness: a seraph climb. I kneel, soaring mystic marsh.
A grackle wails: I pause for love....

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I'm In No Hurry To...

Lets not get married, what you want and need
Is up hill carried while I ask to lead
I'm in no...

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A fire Trickles—Midair

We perish the flame. A fire trickles—midair. I fall, an endless
Porch. A lamp has spoken. And so...

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People As Wounded Animals

Some people are like wounded animals
Distressed, they turn out to be cannibals
When...

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Forever, My Love, a Mystic...

Forever, my love: drift into the majesty. And such smaze, a
Yen for light. The legend—dancing hearts...

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Teary-eyed Laughter

Teary-eyed laughter; for death forsakes the dying. Such
Comfort, a vacant smile, to a withered soul...

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Skies

I wander skies, painting visions. The wind whispers. The
Night wails. And silence has become a...

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An opera Soft

I flourish love, akin to sorrow, and such death, my pardon
Joy. Afflict the silence. Manifest the...

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To Ponder Volts

A fallen volt, my soul, and so many fragments. The castle,
A mystic flame; and she raises glory, a...

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I Perish Emotion

I perish emotion, and die the death—if only to glimpse glory.
My faith threshed in barbwire. But...

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Imagine

Imagine, my love, a bleeding myth, ours is so tragic. The
Church, a tortured soul. And such pain, a...