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Somewhere in contrast our bodies soar
Journey that had its day made
Available in wishful contention
Another one to the right, forced call
Had been weary of slumber forgotten
Where I refuse to be sane
Your judgements of mushy frame
This picture has a name
In that forest, as intimacy loomed
A textual being in words resume
Of worship and strong purpose
Spatial your breath always consume
Mists and finer curtains
Behind which our formed eyes close
Best kept secrets in darker dwellings
Dancers made of smoke
And angels in water spring
Where lone my griffon hankers
The night in wings made of fire
Screech certain a sound once
Over your ears that escaped
Borrowed again from tradition
What we call religion of shame
Force then to dissolve
As my eyes fixed tremble
In faith that had been
To your echoes, I bend
For night you had contained
In contamination of your will
To pronounce matters as just
I depart the resounding veil
Dry as ever could have been
For that beast you had mentioned
Stung as if from medicine needle
Promising chapters and chapters of health
But beneath strong purpose as taught
Saw seated comfortably again
How smokes to heights expand
Then tired rains welcome doom
Figments of smoke in whole
To the ground desperately thrash
As if prophesying a bright sunny day
If that is how it is meant to be
I don’t see to what decree
Then matters, beyond the frame we choose
Uncomprehended and delightfully new
Wishes our bodies in shape curtail
Rectangles and finer squares
To roots then define
Every step in yonder direction
Spelled out in lustful names
Forget not the griffon soars
Eyeing your worship and prey
To settle its hunger another day.

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Presence

presence

Quieter nights with apparel ranged
Hidden behind illness of change
A season gained in loss of heart
Hollow each and limited art
Where blood screams of cold
By the river on moonlit side
Misfortune our intimate
Cursed before in selfish rage
And later brotherly gaze
Conversed breathing pictures
Forgotten in several time
And selves never cast
Enough then perhaps better
Open skies endless here
More than that was assumed
Before disease shielded escaped
Leaving behind just the page
In blank visions to stare
All that falls shall be true
Hence to own shadows in lights
Designs and rich prophecies
Rising cornered each too high
Borders to cages all comply
Meek tonight the beast in shackles
Yet hopeful ears and eyes assemble
Collected whether walk or still
Always outsides that thrill
Certain then instincts praise
Moments as happen in days
A play in melody you seem
Mine to which notes bleed
Urging again to have shared
But your course granted dear
Step by step concealed in pace
Strategic beast to griffon form
His presence then upon a tree
Ancient wisdom green
To blue shrills upon those who tell
And darker than your gold
Trophies shining placed on hands
Proud then this figure you hold
And goddess some clever clothes
I grasp transparent
Could use this once more
For I often get tired of trees
Should find your gold to sit.

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