The sun reached us out
Submitting our hearts
Evaporating this ridiculous pride
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I wait in a queue
gently adjusting
the bigger waters
the bigger poems
its livelihood
with uninvented voices
uninvented agonies
resuscitating the wounded brilliance
gradually approaching us
Bending the Rules
ungovernable
the female form
negligently bending legs
thrust stung’d tempers
perfecting movements
curiously breathing
as the plenitude of his beard
armchairs her face
freshly cheeking
bargaining the tight sermons
her loud words
her swelled heart
her eyesight now equally wombs
without words
without kneeling
the credulous poems ignite
ideally funding the greatness of her faith
and with a religion that mysteriously demands
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Places like These
Take whatever climate weather brings
They sap the delicate smell of warm earth
And anxiously wait for a good storm
Listening
And in this noise
I wonder about the trees
The meaning of their stay
Acquiring the cloudy voices
Of railroads who wished to breathe
The strange positions
Of these hands that type
Springing the tallest of hopes
Where there is no gloom
And where it’s early birth joy finds the open roads
