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Change 

Close to a river
who babbles


Anticipation

I traverse a trail called Route 20
Stomach turns, heart is heavy
A chill in air, leaves turned brown
And she waits for me in silken gown
Hunger...  No
Have not ate... Tis not yet so
Could this be the one I’m waiting for
Long hair fair still can’t be sure


Tubes

Coercing milk like honey farming
Painting thoughts by pictures showing
In darkness flash like fire flies
Immorality opens heavy eyes




Seasons of Unrest

Sunrise on softly shaded snow
Chirping birds fly through trees

Atmosphere in a smoke filled room
Pool balls crack and spin

Cinder red harvest moon
Road traveled to control it


Day People

In the midst of darkness
 A light is sunk
  A hell to raise
Sight only defies a premonition of good?


Introduction to mathematics

Greatest mysteries
  seem to be
Differentiations
  between humans
Made by humans


TWO
Dig your own hole
 And if you find
  That, you just cannot do
There’s room enough in mine for two
  And all your worldly possessions too

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don’t get busy
but live and die easy
inside

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