Delvers Poems - Poems about Delvers

... (center)Visions grow out of our imaginations like vines. We want to excavate a bare-knuckled past with the jaw bones of concussed elks. A cold moonlight carves them still. They are the blunt......

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...Visions grow out of our minds like vines. We want to excavate the bare-knuckled past with the jaw bones of concussed elks. Wind and a cold moonlight still carves them. They are the blun......

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...alone inside with me, less than inspirational so look out for the more interesting folk momentary excitement, the fiery motivational beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke dayd......

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