Midnight To 3:33 Morning Kills
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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"
He said,
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersau...
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Categories:
brailled, feelings, freedom, muse,
Form: Free verse
Blind Man's Braille
...For long i longed to meet in greetings
the sight of the morning.
My eyes with glasses to hide from the harm
of the darkness of day.
As i saw no faith in my last hope,
cometh was the braille.
A...
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Categories:
brailled, absence,
Form: Prose Poetry
Inescapably
...Inescapably
I am trying to see
The lizard crawling under the curtain
To take by surprise
The fly meditating on the window glass
Yet I cannot see more than
The imperceptible slow movement
Of soft fl...
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Categories:
brailled, mystery,
Form: Free verse