NONAGENARIAN »
I remember when I could hold my life in my hands,
memories like sand piled in my palms,
fingers ample protection from the wind.
. . .
If you're lucky, you'll remember the ones you need...
and a few of the ones you want.

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MATTER OF FACT »
A far cry from light to shadow or sky to earth,
the essence of our dreams straddled the line,
writhing,
wrestled from knowledge,
ravaged and singed.
I wish for a glimpse of justice served
for I have but one grave deduction
. . .

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CLINCH »
Soles churn earth and the grass writhes...
Claws clutch with palms flush and heels slipping,
determined hearts kindle embers to blaze.
Azure overseers hush--
swell--
thunder--
overturn!
Breath bails to breeze...

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