Long Susurrating Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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If rain poured 
in susurrating sounds 
   of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls, 
where lilac-feathered
   letters of farewell
written in...

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A FADING PROFESSOR ON A
FEBRUARY FRIDAY

On a cold, gray day
that made cold and gray
synonymous with abyss, 
she came to his office with
two new drawings that advanced
her thesis about ecological design
in a coastal Canadian city
She had...

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Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality,
I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos.
Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy,
Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos.

As I stepped...

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I'm walking in the mountain range of Urayoán
Under the massive umbrella-shaped Ceiba tree;
The sanctum where the Taíno chief bravely walked.

The tree looks bright with a virescent hue of life; 
Full of strength, an imposing specimen...

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Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir
Wishing all the while wilful to wind
Their winsome wands that whelm and win
The restive writhing watery way 

Meandering in moonlit mazy motion
Then moving on in misty morning mood
The river runs...

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