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Privy Lamp Post
where late evenings
awaken
the shadows
reflections
and whispering silence
of her night life
Ghost Citadel
within these ramparts
converse the spirits
of fortress life
of defenders
of battles won to preserve that life
of battles lost and lives lost
this magical day
decipher’d their stories
into song across the sky
on the Backbone of Day
Haven of Reflection
where shadows of thoughts
perceive irenic meaning
and sleeps disruption
Collision of Thoughts Unthinking (09-23)
hear I sometimes
the silent ones
so mischaracteriz’d
how are they?
or why?
to serve
to rule
to just pass time
with me?
possibly
my presuppos’d control
over them
be their way
of regulating my performances
both regular and unnatural
Kandy
This is an oil painting I gifted to my neighbor, Robert.
His small precious dog is old and slow and
often has to be carried halfway through her walk—
which is just fine with her.
Beak through Creed’s Egg
‘tis there?
there ‘tis today–
after years–
the forces of concrete and prayer
clashing with coincidence–
till shone the holy rock
like a pleasant sun
all because the pleas
were reply’d–
not always to the fullness
of the hope–
but nonetheless reply’d–
that another ear dwelt
in some abstract region
a challenge to a newer war–
being belief enough
versus th’ unsociable sloth,
whose tongue be mostly paper
loujen haxm'Yor 