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The wild trees have bought meand will sell you a windin the forest of falsehoodswhere your search must not end for their roots are not wise.Strip our loving of dreampay its secrets to thunderand ransom me home. Beware oaks in…
Without expectationthere is no endto the shocks of morningor even a small summer. Now the image is fireblackening the vague linesinto defiance across the city.The image is firesun warming us in a cold countrybarren of symbols for love. Now I…
to MLK jr. Now rock the boat to a fare-thee-well.Once we suffered dreamingInto the place where the children are playingtheir child’s gameswhere the children are hopingknowledge survives ifunknowingthey follow the gamewithout winning. Their fathers are dyingback to the freedom of…
We entered silence Before the clock struckRed wine is caught between the crystal And your fingersThe air solidifys around your mouth. Once-wind has sucked the curtains in Like fright, against the evening wall Prepared for storm Before the roomExhales Your…
You did not clock the falling of the leavesThe silent turning of the grassNor see brief bright NovemberRising out of the hills.You cameWhen the sun was set and the bough bentTo find the curtness of winterThe completed act. You may…
Give me fire and I will sing you morningFinding you heartAnd a birth of fruitFor you, a flame that will stay beautySong will take us by the handAnd lead us back to light. Give me fire and I will sing…
I have a childWhose feet are blindOn every roadBut silence. My boy hasLovely foolish lipsBut cannot findHis way to sun And I am grownPast knowledge.
Pity for him who suffers from his waste.Water that flows from the earthFor lack of roots to hold itAnd children who are murderedBefore their lives begin.Who pays his crops to the sunWhen the fields are parched by droughtWill mourn the…
If you come as softlyAs wind within the treesYou may hear what I hearSee what sorrow sees. If you come as lightlyAs threading dewI will take you gladlyNor ask more of you. You may sit beside meSilent as a breathOnly…