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a muse, me

, colossal in the awakening of my own un -flat skin, husk ……………………-y voice of silence. these schemes of vein and sinew sky sting a phrase to page, ……………………a transferred why.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.        … Continue reading

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Under.Beneath.Behind.

.. This fog’s a fugue, and I am sepia tone quiet, gray with want and be -wilderment. Give me a prep ……..-oh -sition I can use, Love, some quiet ruse to get over (above, beyond, through) this smothered storm, this … Continue reading

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