Best Ecce Poems

Conviction like a drunkard sleeps
Too tired to think
Memory gifts of beliefs it keeps
Truth edged to brink
No new world order but the old
Crowd at Dura
One only stand by being bold
I'm enigma

No matter now the fate of fire
The scoff of fear
The resentment of thin desire
I'm master here
My...

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I.
I remember, I think,
it was at the beginning or the end
of the 5th or 8th of a far moment.
You squeezed my hand in the dark,
a touch that now is a flashlight
in a fading movie theater.

II.
I remember, I think,
her hands around my pelvis.
I and the motorcycle...

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I.
I remember, I think,
it was at the beginning or the end
of the 5th or 8th of a far moment.
You squeezed my hand in the dark,
a touch that now is a flashlight
in a fading movie theater.

II.
I remember, I think,
her hands around my pelvis.
I and the motorcycle
and...

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