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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required One day I'll be preserved in sands of time; glaring into diamond rays—white lights the earth dissolves my flesh to fertile dust; embeds treasures—secrets in a crackled skull Metamorphosis—in the closet—white bones the silver tusk of a unicorn; my wand golden ink quills—illuminate the scripts clinging a steam to my fingertips Come rain and shine concomitantly; Bats sporadic dispatch across twilight— a howl at the full moon in dark pines; the rest night hours listen to silent rocks Man's long sail in a non-ebbing waterlog; on landscape's odyssey; sags and saps in quota and barricade—mortality; a parasite that lurks and preys on squishy flesh Under Sun's revolutions—sculptures crumble; a halo on the hills in the peak of the eve— grey hairs ignite floating lanterns in an upswing; a hoop for tales of the golden age by moonlight The olive tree bends astride, soars on eagles wings shields the garden; absorbs time's lash— kids hop in—out; light up cheeks with beams and glee of jump-joy verses to recite the past On the crescent of a semi-circled young moon a look down time's row—the Agama nods; the pendulum rocks—clicks of lullabies daze tender eyes—whispers in the cradles Dewy sunrises whistling songs of birds stir up daily canticles—Would you proclaim me fallen, as I linger in the miry clay for the resonance of resurrection trump? Get a dab of me in the tiny summer breezes, glimpse me glimmering in the twinkling stars, hear me susurrate in the dove-light woods, catch whiffs of me in the rosy spring blooms: —I live on in silent places of true light—
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