Unspilled Poems - Poems about Unspilled

...They took me at seven, not with chains — but with silence, incense, and Latin refrains. Fr. Toni, black-robed, sharp-eyed and still, Read my soul like scripture, broke my will. Not to destroy —......

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...It seems more obvious good humor and aggressive violence do not require linguistic nuances to convey their fundamental Positive and Negative faith. Messages of eco-centric privilege and underpr......

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...Airship How far I’ve flown I neither know nor care. Much as this open deck my plans are bare. Of star or compass I have nary need, But follow as these downy cloud tops lead. The chilly breez......

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...I still walk your streets for the untended curb, the flattened can, the half-opened shade. I am in the dark, unspilled light, uninspected. I am caught in the city of cautious......

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...These memories; Waves that crashed, drip by drip collect in my hands. Unspilled, not yet. Everyday I see people walking on. I walk on. No trail in the sky. No shadow against the Earth. I wal......

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