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Caged Birds
You. Me. And every caged bird, Sing our hearts out from the Grand floors of our ribcage To the ears and eyes in the world. Free within our cage, dreaming of The rest of the world, how to Fit the world into our world, how to Own the keys and locks withal, Or how to…
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To Infinity and Beyond
The day ends, but life goes on,Past the final hours of our busyness,Till we collapse into a closing prayerUnderneath the goodnight moon. At the ends of earth, a Primordial Being replenishes ourGrounds and gravity, with aLove that pours out a soulful accord. Poem by poem, you piece aPurpose together.Poem by poem, you keep living forever,Poem by…
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Double Toil & Trouble
When shall we meet again —In thunder, lightning or in rain? Where shall we meet again —In coffee shops, libraries, orLittle rooms under the moon? Fair is foul and foul is fair.By sinews and a misuse of museWe become double, toil and trouble!Gasping the air before it’s done,Tinkering with words till there be none. Before…
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The August Dispatch 