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Portrait
In the attic, These anglesOf my beautiful portraitAre terrifying, Timeless and unchanging,While I age and deform,With every noble intent,Every virtuous act, I grow weary and wear, Flesh tires and skin sags. These two pictures of me,And these two worlds, Are destined to be one,Without falsehood. The meek shall inherit,The corrupt will steal,And none may be…
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From Vashta to Vashta Nerada
I am lost in a forest of strangers,Conversing with the spirits of the wind and trees,Arguing over the rustling of leaves.In deep with these ecclectionaries,Throwing paint with the revolutionaries, Writing in letters and wordily, Plotting a course through the forest in poetry.Through the Dadists, the Surrealists,The Cubists and the Modernists,The selfishness of these brutish moments,Bleeding…
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Ghosts
The blurring hues of yesterday,Dripping serene through my picture,Falling colours of a dream unseen – You wanted to start the lie over,But that tired world has ever been,All the magic from the endless well,Has dried her up like a dizzy spell,These sands of time now must look,Like torn and lost pages of a story –Once…
A Fantazien Window 