There’s one
There’s two
There’s three
Of me
In this triplicity
I count aphorisms
When it’s difficult
To speak . .
Tag: loss
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Land of Decimals
My youngest flowers
Hem above the heavens
In unparalleled storms
As God landscapes
An elegy for the unborn
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Next Train . .
I am adapting
Cowardly, but adapting
This is distinction
Between surviving
And existence
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To me . .
the world spins
ready to loose, and peel
comparable to a star
proudly moving through water
there is no equal
more beautiful
than her roseness at my feet
i admit here, i seek shelter
a shelter of brightness
when most of my most, is dark
cross high and unstrange
Arrows & Metaphors 
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