Honestly relate
feelings, firstly to the self
filter for others.
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Equanimity
unflappable — even pace
breathing into bumps.
Honestly relate
feelings, firstly to the self
filter for others.
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Equanimity
unflappable — even pace
breathing into bumps.
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Leap yearning today
for release — oh, the torment!
Unrequited love.
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Leap into this day
charged with release
from a debt that never belonged.
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Discipline and rules
the taste of freedom –
how sour needs her sweet.
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Freedom is never in doubt
question not the net cast out
come upon fences.
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Bleeding from within
nothing can be done to save –
death’s tide has waxed full.
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Moontide…
cravings that lust
dreams of flesh
rising like poison.
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A pregnant shadow
passes across a full moon
our mother rolls by.
A rake in rough hands
reasoning with advanced rot
rigorous reaping.
Not even ground can
tame the swelling tide of doom
pulling at the loom.
Sweet little boy – still,
time has stood undernourished
manhood’s wasted taste.