Dandelion Larceny
The dandelion-larceny slithering
from the lambasted ties
inveigled the crickets
to fill the empty night
and left a chasm
in the pool of ryes
and now it only sways
in monastic tempo
like a fluttering hand
of a shattering riddance -
a vertical pendulum
foreboding the temporal fire
burning in the hearth
of quintessence
The jousting rays that the sun
emits upon the futile
resurging of the gilded sea
stymied the moonshine
that spangles with
the bristling feathers
of emancipated dandelions
adding injuries
to the fissured bones
Plaintive eyes watched
furtive fingers
loquaciously fumbling
into the penumbras
of harried nights
searching for the thread
where the inclement zephyr
swathed the chains
in the lattices
of our cathedral-windows
Now, finely sequestered
these swelling beads
are spuriously lustrous
like a star screaming
a symphonic croon
for its penultimate fulmination
before erupting from
suppurating and morph
from the shredded molts
a siphoning black hole of
stark mendacity
the assembly for
the prime masquerade
poem by Norman Santos
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Fading Letters
Tonight, like many a more
I unfolded your letters
tucked beside my bed
castrated of its fragrance
in every contour flailing,
every eloquence rising,
I found you - enveloped in sunshine
skimming through
the phosphorescent sand
like a lucid lullaby
I saddled back to Levanther
of exchanged letters -
your frail façade glassy
from dancing behind your eyes,
your words like beacons:
a lighthouse in a sea
coruscating with a song
in a night where I sink
underneath its storm,
and the holiday you've sealed
for all the miles, the oceans
and plastered maladies
slithering in the crevasses
of our fondled affinity
In a deterred dream of blue
I reckon you, palms opened
like waiting windows
your moony eyes amicably evocated
the lost and sequestered beads
spread against the firmament
like gargoyles bemusing the demise
gnawing on my cold skin
untouched by the silky moon
or the arrogant sun's maw,
listening inside the cage
where the conch's susurrations
echoed like the melody
that you've taught me
then and now
in dissimilar pedagogies
The hymn that enthuses
the yarns to elope and extend
spun like a maudlin
an engineering arachnid,
indulgently succumbing
as subtle as a
fluorescent light's droning
and garish like
it's stark screaming
now spiraling and drilling
a harried clockwork
unmaking me a memory
a terse riddance
and revenge.
poem by Norman Santos
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Into Emptiness Engulfing Emptiness
Still and silent
I rivaled the weather
like a weathercock
swaying with the squall
because my reticence
is soused in the kerosene
of broken amities
hauling an aversion
to trusting, to people
but the fire is compulsive
in the growing tedium
With eloquent words
I vied to unmake memories
but emptiness wasn't
an auspicious confidant
I hunger for company
underneath the diffidence
to fill the disemboguing
ravine of quintessence
I wallowed haplessly
like an eternal child
fumbling for the thread
that leads the way out
these labyrinthine walls
but Theseus' tapestry
remained unwoven
for Ariadne remains
forged and elusive
So my soul caromed
into a deterred ballet
I vied for irony
as I swayed with the farce
and molted with the mediocre
like a writhing moth
searching for its home
in the light of a fire
and its perilous beauty
until my gusts abate
and my wings fold
into the cobwebs
of my shabby struggles
While the blood seeps out
and empties the bones
hollowness was generous
to submerge the lilt
of my coruscating laments
and then there was
nothing at all -
emptiness gnawing
the empty home
ensconced in an empty home.
poem by Norman Santos
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Ad Astra Per Aspera
Hiss with the silence if it wouldn't stir,
Brave the lion with congealed fear,
And you'll figure how the bullets sing
Embracing the force without ducking the sting
In a rippling dream of kerosene
Ignite the flame of the obscene
Vista of nakedness dispensed into lewd
Vulnerability, though the sentries stood
With all the surrealistic smatters
Of the reeling picture behind the shutters
And the albino leaves of the old sycamore
Will pour down its vapid phosphor,
While the rustles will swoon over the soul
As it engulfed the body in whole
Dripping into her supple breasts
As the night don its very best
Subliminal guise to entice
The weary batting of wandering eyes
To severe the golden ties,
To sever the tethering lies
In a shotgun clout more pliant than
A dilettante danseuse of the sun
Fondling my submission in the painful trance
Induced by the garish tempo of the dance
Of the lapses in the liminalities
When all the lovely bones sing with me
The sirens swansong of temporal keys;
Slinging mud into the skies
To give life to gravid star-cries,
And altering the times of the night
When we were one in a harried flight.
In spite of all the shifting of bridges
And all the sifting of the hinges
I still weave my web to be amongst
The sequestered blood of our long
Putrefying trail of gilded yarns
Please, take me again into your arms
And if this be painful, if this be sad
I'll sunder the glory I desire to clad
Just to be with you in your island
Licked before the isthmus can fortify the sand
Into a swarthy road towards the crown
Of your place's albino sun
And I pledge never to run athwart
In the veiled chambers the heart
Until there'll be none
No famished hope to become
The beauty in loins
Or the peril in the noise
Just one amongst the sludge
Giving birth to the remote trudge
Towards the star screams
Whispering in salient films
Hands pointing to the sky
Shearing your heaven's eyes
Like fences, divulging
Vulnerability, toppling.
poem by Norman Santos
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When the Pendulum Swings
You are the warmth of summer's hum
Scintillating the sleepy splendor
Vapid lances of the sifting sun
Palming the ashen stupor
But when the pendulum swings
A pall would mantle the sky
And hail mad daggers of tears
Obliterating what I can espy
From your morsel graze and leers
Until the climate whisk its cleaning
A hung filigree of drab smokes
Fecundates with a thrill
On two sundered souls in cloaks
Of solitude and eyes of steel
But when the pendulum swings
A blotch of lubricious red
Demented the tacit saturnalia
In convalescence—a tirade
Of false hopes in echolalia
Binds these lungs in ailing rings
The impassable infinity
Treads an incandescent trail
Nurturing our revelries
A chaste but treacherous veil
Because when the pendulum swings
We will regurgitate from the banquet
Purged by the ephemeral lies
And no hunger shall be whet
But the evisceration of this guise
A purveyance for subsisting
Hark the mendaciloquent secrets
That the zephyr whistled through
The threadbare fortitude of your facet
A recalcitrant membrane shan't undo
But when the pendulum swings
This bastion will devour you
Like a soul in a chrysalis
Altering your machinism's screw
And beleaguer you with your own tricks
When time expand its wings
Posses the klutz lattices of time
And slosh with mediocre hearts
Contend to remember this rhyme,
Rival to forget the dilettante art
But when the pendulum swings
The lurid mirror will shatter
And unlatch the demons who stole
The innocence that kept us safer
From persnickety time's siphoning hole
Digress in attrition, live with the sting.
When the pendulum swings
Its constant beckoning.
poem by Norman Santos
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From Dusk To Dusk
The dazzling star
went through me.
I was undemanding
from dusk to dusk
hurting myself, not anybody.
Time to meet my twin,
to set he black on orange.
My guilt, my fear, my foreboding.
Let go off, my sap in the twigs,
fruits were coming down.
Under the guise of innocence
eruptiness entered into non-thought.
One by one snakes unrolled
with black eyes, under the succulent breasts,
the black poison clapping the pink lips.
The dirt was spreading
on the hands of unborn children.
Their eyes searching the seeds.
On dark beads of mother.
Father had been killed in a cave.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sometimes, I
Sometimes I lean on sunsets
like a mildew perched
upon a serrated grass
deadlocked in an eternal frame
catching fire balls
to my conflagrations
Sometimes I go astray
into your color-contrasting skies
like a familiar kite
unfettered from the sculls
of the winds generosity
but I never sojourn
to corrupt its beauty
Sometimes I set fire
unto your hapless downpour,
and sometimes I burn
with your gilded sweat
and succinct wisdom
ardently begotten,
flummoxed quintessence
Sometimes the mausoleum
holds the bones
and sometimes the bones
holds a mausoleum
and the home
dreams of remorse
Sometimes it feels
like the same old hole:
a bottomless pit
but on the rifts
is a sliver of hope -
a bullet electrifying
the rattles on our bones
Sometimes it is a lie,
our adamant departures
but if it is the verity
upon this idiosyncrasy:
If you have truly gone
before I left the room
then I am bedazzled by hope.
poem by Norman Santos
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An Empty Hearth
Cold tiles mock my motionlessness
And the lashing ambers wavering in tempo.
Frost mourn crawls up with the misery
Knocking me tarnished a vacant chasm.
Severely loosen ties fell apart
Interlaced with fragile chastity
I fought to knot impoverished ends
To haul me out my drab incest.
Scorching emptiness atrophied my mind
As darkness devoured the muted home
The warmth of fire left the hearth
And all my senses had died along
I rolled my eyes of eternal child
To probe a dense and barren room;
Frilled wallpapers and absent figures
Yielded strength to form a storm.
A lone wolf astray the dark
Howling an octave of vital note.
Please vacate this lethal phase,
And leave my heart an empty room.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door
The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;
There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.
The red coals click beneath the flame, and see, with slow and silent feet
The hooded shadows cross the woods to where the twilight waters beat!
Now, fan-wise from the ruddy fire, a brilliance sweeps athwart the floor;
As, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:
As, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door.
Dull echoes round the casement fall, and through the empty chambers go,
Like forms unseen whom we can hear on tip-toe stealing to and fro.
But fill your glasses to the brims, and, through a mist of smiles and tears,
Our eyes shall tell how much we love to toast the shades of other years!
And hither they will flock again, the ghosts of things that are no more,
While, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:
While, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door.
The tempest-trodden wastelands moan - the trees are threshing at the blast;
And now they come, the pallid shapes of Dreams that perished in the past;
And, when we lift the windows up, a smothered whisper round us strays,
Like some lone wandering voice from graves
that hold the wrecks of bygone days.
I tell ye that I ~love~ the storm, for think we not of ~thoughts~ of yore,
When, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door?
When, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door?
We'll drink to those we sadly miss, and sing some mournful song we know,
Since they may chance to hear it all, and muse on friends they've left below.
Who knows - if souls in bliss can leave the borders of their Eden-home -
But that some loving one may now about the ancient threshold roam?
Oh, like an exile, he would hail a glimpse of the familiar floor,
Though, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door!
Though, streaming down the lattices,
The rain comes sobbing to the door!
poem by Henry Kendall
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Arsonist
His voice -a hissing warmth in the atmosphere
A violent warmth searing with a covert scheme
His eyes -thick and black like oil, combustible
Piercing with stern vigilance, probing with scrutiny
Slithering the night with a slanderous ploy
Engage ignition, friction, spark! Spark!
Pyromaniac birth of fire. Fire! Fire!
His eyes smoldered a greater flame
The repulsed intensity is unfathomable.
Lashing out on a burning rampage,
His hormones swelter and burst.
He watched the fire devour the vacant night
The towering flames looming over
Gleaming embers suspended in the air
A siren of emergency, wails of pain
Slyly in profound surreptitious voyeurism
He watched, absorbed by the remedy
The scorching beauty, the power
His impotence, his itch for aggression
Helios dragging his chariot in the night sky
Inviting him with sleek sinful blarney.
Hades invoking his immortal profound wrath
Frenzying an austere sadomasochist.
poem by Norman Santos
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How You Left Your Willowy Dress
The monsoon swooned
with a glacial riddance
and I abide the tempest
because in the sifting
I am more alive
than the vertical quietude
of this unrivaled squall
inside the moon's belly
Before she departs
and leave cobwebs
in the silence of the firmament
she whispered a symphonic
lamented augury
and left her willowy dress
sprawled on the shore
of my sleep's phantasms
A saline surrender
lulled a chagrin bell
into its squandering
because I had a dream
that lasted a lifetime's sleep
I woke under a sunny cloud
lost like a tourist
inside my own head
then I picked up the dress
that fits you generously
under the moonshine
donned in your phosphorescent
tea-rose veil of clouds
And I knew what she meant
when she said goodbye
before usurping every sand,
every frothing wave,
and every palming trees
on my scanty island
poem by Norman Santos
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Suspended Mortality
My bones shifted
Where a truant soul
Once malingered,
My eyes lisp into
The siphoning light
Purge into whiteness,
My lips quaver malignantly
And then sojourns shuddering
As a wisp of breath escaped
Into an abortive valley,
My grip tightens then
Loosen its flimsy cajoling
Torn between fighting
For convalescence and
Submitting into honesty:
To severing the cord;
I chose to fought to keep
The persiennes open
And to resuscitate
The painful haggling
But how do we fill our holes?
We live and breathe,
But what do we live for?
This skin is marred
By scars of little deaths
Pestered by the superfluity
Of bruises and sanguinary
For many a struggling and
Infinite unrivaled contending
These oppressions that
Sullies the sleepless vault
Is the same desiccation
I found in a burning wood
Thrown into the hearth
Accumulating warmth
This is the machinism
Of the puppet and his strings
Finding quintessence in
Harried places.
And as we ruminate
Into these glacial trail
Of our squalid putrefaction
We hope to make amends
Underneath a requiem
We vie for verve, we vie for demise
We vie to remember, we vie to forget
The tongue held in the cheek
From gorging the elegy
Because in living life
We nurture death
And the greater breath
I heave for your robust
Vigor and bereft
The greater defilement
Slither in your veins
Like sleeping cells
Waiting to burst
And poison you from
The very core
Without my struggles
The pain and its
Ever glorious spawns
I am tight-roping
In a suspended moment
Of perpetual decay
poem by Norman Santos
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In My Reflection, You Are Not A Stranger
I saw your face
caught in my reflection
bending backwards and
contorting past the
gaping hands of the sun
because another month
was caught suspended
in the silver latticing
of our eternal ties
I saw your hands
pull the bell rope
and rang the alarm
that disturbs the shadows
of the unforgiving unloved
that dislimns the pageantry
of our terse lacings
still gnarled on the blue veins
of my fingers and wrists
snapping without a sound
I saw your cordial smile
in mine, because to hope
is to defy defeat
I washed away the grime
and pierced the veil
of the acquiescent night
mantling my sunken eyes
so I can bemuse myself
with your porcelains
and clatters of your chortles
slithering past my simpers
and grinning crooked teeth
I saw you in my statuesque
and monastic imposition
the bones shivering
cold, bitter and alone
in this September chill
because I want to see you
desperately, because
to be desperate is to love
the consequences of love
And like a feather plummeting
into the moon's parsimonious gravity
blissfully struck by the milky
phosphor of Luna's kiss
I flummoxed down into
the asylum of misery -
a black hole sucking everything
in the chamber of memories
And in this illusion:
you, me; trapped
in a single reflection
I succumb, like how a hand
slips inside a glove and
battle out the shivering
This pictures of hope,
this travesty of coaxing faith
leans on me like a sun
seething on my nape
inveigling the obsidian to repent
and soldering your names
across the lines of my palms
Because in my reflections
we are not strangers
and flustered timetables
flew above serendipity
of what used to be us
on my sanguine reveries.
poem by Norman Santos
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Left Me A Fool
Everybody loves you
And they want to know your story
You go riding out a mystery
Concealed in all your glory
But when it comes to flesh and bones
You remind me of shallot
Only made of shadows
Even though youre not
I remember how I spent
All my energy and time
With affected conversation
Trying to pry inside your mind
You are as beautiful as truth
And as empty as a shell
And I came to you one night
And it made me feel like hell
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
Everybody loves a hero
An image to create
The antithesis of everything
Inside ourselves we hate
But youd better close your eyes
When its time for them to die
Because youd hate to think the life
Youd built upon them was a lie
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
I resign myself to silence
I will never blow your cover
No one ever has to know
Who the hero took for lover
But it has come to mind as you blaze on
As brilliant as a star
How many youve left behind
How many casualties there are
Oh to reach through all your surface
Just to find an empty pool
And to suffer all your pride
As I lay down by your side
And you swallowed up my heart
And left me a fool
Left me a fool
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Hole In My Heart
I've got a ticket, no turning back
My destination...
The sea of trouble, the land of pain
You're sending me where it always rains
Oh reconsider, i'm begging you, some hesitation
I'm holding on to my sanity
I feel the beginning of emergency
My hands are slipping, oh please don't let me fall into
This hole in my heart that goes all the way to china
You gotta fill it up with love before i fall inside of...
This empty hole in my heart that goes all the way to china
And though you can't see the bottom, believe me it's a long way down
I'm on a planet without a plan
It's oh so lonely
I need to see you to get out of here
There's something deadly in this atmosphere
I'm in a desert, without a drink of your sweet water
You're my oasis in the burning sand
I'm out of danger when you touch my hand
Throw me a lifeline, i'm standing on the edge of...
This deep, dark hole that goes all the way to china
You gotta fill it up with love before i fall inside of...
This empty hole in my heart that goes all the way to china
And though you can't see the bottom believe me it's a long way down
The gun was loaded, i didn't know
I pulled the trigger,
I heard a noise then the room went dark
I felt the bullet going in my heart
I feel so dizzy, oh please don't let me fall, don't leave me in
This hole in my heart that goes all the way to china
You gotta fill it up with love before i fall inside of -
This empty hole in my heart that goes all the way to china
And though you can't see the bottom, believe me it's a long way down
I've got a hole in my heart
You've got to fill it up with love
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Eyes In The Darkness
Like mangled black stones
in this forlorn dark night
these eyes ruminated
and grinded shivering
wailing infinitesimal resonance
for the ones riveted listening
for the unchanging hymn
But reading nebulous poetries
that will remain unwritten
is a thawing soundlessness
echoing a subtle noise
Like a solitary game of chess
switching from black to white,
white to black: an ouroboros
until there is no more difference
between triumph and defeat
Because when the quintessence
is pillaged in the aftermath
of jousting weaknesses,
the glacial and enshrouded soul
is slivered to regret
and unlearn the mechanisms
of looking past the night
And the sequins scattered
will intermingle asunder
like eyes in the darkness
with tears unheeded in
staring unwaveringly at each other
while the light is still out.
poem by Norman Santos
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Put Out The Fire
Words and music by brian may
They called him a hero
In the land of the free
But he wouldnt shake my hand boy
He disappointed me
So I got my hand gun
And I blew him away
That critter was a bad guy
And I had to make him pay
You might fear for my reason
I dont care what they say
Look out baby its the season
For the mad masquerade
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Oh you need a bullet like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Dont believe what your grand-daddy said
She was my lover
It was a shame that she died
But the constitutions right on my side
cause I caught my lover in the neighbours bed
I got retribution
Filled em all full of lead
Ive been told its the fashion
To let me on the streets again
Its nothing but a crime of passion
And Im not to blame
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a weapon like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire baby put out the fire
And let your sons and daughters sleep sound in their beds
You know a gun never killed nobody
You can ask anyone
People get shot by people
People with guns
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a gun like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Just tell me that old fashioned gun law is dead
Shoot shoot..
song performed by by Queen
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Futile
assimilate the night
they cut into your brain
they crack apart the skull
and stick the wires in
the computer releationship
a flame into the flesh
a cut into the brain
a cut runs in your face
you can't believe your head
you can't believe your eyes
nobody can escape
the futile assesment
the futile assesment
oh, futile
we're futile
futile
you're futile
futile religion
futile expression
your futile aggression
a futile obsession
oh, futile assasination
you'll faulter
your generation
your immoral futile assimilation
expressionation
annihilation
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Teardrop
Liz fraser
(love)love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
In the night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful my love
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
Stumbling a little (x2)
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Until My Valkyrie Arrives
Assiduously, the gears pirouetted in their waltz
and the pendulum swayed with my inebriation
careening with all the lonely bones
and ephemeral montages and letters -
camouflaged in stone walls and iron eyes
like a gray madhouse without windows,
without doors; just a cage sheathing
the holocaust dislimning every breath
The cicatrix ailed and one by one
the hands of day reached out -
The rain soundlessly pummeling into sand,
the gyration of black figures in a storm,
the awakening of tulips on the lifted spring,
the stars promenading their diadems -
Life was blossoming at its best
because death is arriving like a thief
One by one, the world left
the labyrinthine cul-de-sac and
assailed into an empty saudade night
and one by one, my little hands
let go of your manifold vines and
swayed into the currents of dementia
Inside the wound of a lonely soul
I go gently, unfettered, unto this goodnight
where slumber is a luxurious peace
and remembering is an immovable feast
I shift, like constellations adrift the pensive sea
counting crows, feeling nothing
dreaming of being alive and the enviable,
bliss of being cradled in someone's dream
until the air let down the gilded stairs
and my Valkyrie arrives without a song.
poem by Norman Santos
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First Star I See
Shes the one Id like to meet,
The Girl from my First Star seen,
But the nights been full of clowds
to dark to see,
left blind no light for me,
a black sweater pull over the night sky
and Im not wishing anything.
Till She came along,
Star above now Star on earth,
Took my hand,
went for a ride,
and we just watched the world spin by,
like two diamonds in the sky.
the Heavens open wide,
and In the cold black sky,
Stars once more begin to rise,
Smiling, it seems upon my wish.
But I fear tonight I made
another wish, a prayer from my broken lips,
will the stars above reclaim
the one that seemed to fall toward me,
or can my silent protest keep,
that which be so dear to me,
will this gift, this chance persist,
or shall it fly, a comit on the winds,
a falling star seen not caught,
travling through this timeless void.
She's the one Id like to meet,
a wish that travels mindlessly,
never caring when it lands,
how long it stays, nor if it mends,
for likely she shall leave again,
Once more to be,
First Star i See...
poem by Evan Histed
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