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If Words Be A Door
If words be a door to the mind, read on. Shower my conscience, conscious immersing, The innocence may surface and drift by. That phrase again, it has a common call. A whisper is far more than whistling noise That seize upon a palate of hunger, Breathing a kiss consuming a savor. A refreshment now as…
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Be ˈlumən
Be ˈlumən and I thread Give me ˈlumən to thread The blossom press swelling Blooms haltingly Like an offering Rope gently extending further And grasped like salvation Taken now pulled frantically Two filaments as blind couples meeting Fingers entwined disappearing depth That beckoning tunnel of light seemingly out of reach craving the impending flood…
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Treasure
There’s a treasure A collection of moments there. Precious metals forged Emeralds, diamonds, sapphires Jewelry etched with inscription Held in a most delicate case The smooth lid hinges bolted A most presentable exterior Cache heavy and when shaken Music rustling inside With room for an orchestra Guarded like Pandora Amongst the bounty a dagger lies…
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The Flower That Grows By The ˈmeɪz
The flower that grows by the ˈmeɪz nestles close And stalks like parishioners rising to ˈpɹeɪ As they listen to the sun preach warm verses Her face aglow with petals that reach open Both brave and vulnerable coaxing the husk to follow The height beyond her bloom hides a labyrinthine Cast of fallen idols tangled…