He came down the too-high steps
So that I could hold his infinite hand
And read something in his palms
That I had lost before I ever knew it
Lying rinsed in the cattle-trough
The helplessness who saves the world
One flowering splash of colour
In a world of black and white bones.
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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