Dolour spanning the moor
Like the croon of a loon ;
Hosannas on savannah
Like baboon on xaphoon .
Listen to the music of life,
And govern the stops
If you can .
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Stinky though .
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The blacksmith magician
In the center of town
| Honored |
Brings heavenly
Fire down for the crucible,
To draw out the iron
Ore of meteorites :
Sublimate from substrate .
Alchemical healer
And small–arms dealer :
Of the smith | | disturb not,
Even the fallen ash .
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Like graveyard ashy arms
Breaking skyward
To bobble for food .
Red eyes bison-wide yearn
Complete escape
From lair of the worm .
Black eyes chrysalis burn
With reflection
Of hoards taking wing
Into locust clouds vespertine
And buzzing din of siren sing .
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Across bridges, through tunnels .
The lugs mark the milestones
Of the year ; the accumulative breaking
Dust / rust, the wear of slowing inertia,
Each revolution the time in the journey .
The tread wears—picks up / casts off
Debris from the road : some wedges
Into the jaggedness, evidence of geological
Travels / travails, the thinning of the
Shell / shield from buffeting / bombardment—
Blowout ! Entry into the junkyard,
Waiting for the eventual burial of all tires .
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“ Am I dead ?, ” Ulysses wonders of the sudden transition from enjoying scrambled eggs and coffee to disembodied thoughts, insensible . Trying to move only ends in being back on the floor : no balance . After eight hours of sensory deprivation, the usual experience ensues: relaxing, taxing, hallucinating, unhinging .
The world ends rather pleasantly amidst floating geometric truths of the Ground–Of–All–Being and multidimensional destinations .
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Baily’s beads bubble
Like glowworms on sticky string ;
Dance the diamond ring .
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Occupation : Poet . 