Rants. raves and ramblings from celestial circles . . .

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Four chicken score ramps in the way

of the eunuch

stamps of post-modern obliquity

charming prince, desperate pauper

what function have you ordered?

 

Misaligned wisdom

seldom sought aspiration

as if a wind were ever

so weary

to take off your charms

and hold tight on the sable

asking if freedom

so fleeting.

 

Resolute hero

your mask has been

shaken

your armor

no longer so squeaking

when opens the farmer

his hand on his daughter

and mothers run

for the steeple.

 

 

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:from Poems 2001

 

 

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