Demands
surprise
blazes hot before your eyes.
Drips sublime
from its climb
trade winds leave
scarlet weave
crimson blush
dazzling brush.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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What We Circle
What We Circle I’ve consulted the Muses and they tell me the path is circular. We circle the wagons, circle the tipis, circle the fire, th...
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It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
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