Poetry (2)

Not going to win any Pulitzers but better to share these than to have them hidden away...


You said "love"

with fearful pride

and cracked the sky

exposed a universe

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I am in no danger

Being the ironic stranger to this somehow life

I press against stained glass

imprints upon your skin-deep

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A book to fill

a future projected


is what I see before me

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My days are stones

rolling past lives

Inside stone

am I stone?

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