Garnet Robbie

Lover,
do not lay blame:
it is the pain
of your own desire
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This pen
has a universe
trapped within it
There are suns and moons
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When I meet angels
My heart rises
Higher than I am
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Soft, dry, gray dust,
ankle deep,
covered my feet.
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Siddartha, I know you.
I have known your pain.
I have heard the laughter
And I have touched the rain.
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Things all changed
when Billy Collins
walked across the Atlantic.
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There are secrets
that can't be told,
whose reason cannot
be explained,
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My heart turns dark reading bad poetry:
the same as when the volume's too high;
the same as when the meaning's all gone,
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Uncivilized

News of another lover
of unspecified gender
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supreme affliction:
materialist complacency,
swarming to defeat desire,
milling about extinction.
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The empty atrium
forebodes the danger within,
like the number thirteen
or the spurious gesture
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Snow falls round the lamppost
Yesterday trips across my brow
I hunger for revelation
Like a raven on a wire
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I have much to give you,
Though I have shirked
My responsibility,
Thinking that I needed more
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On white sands
Near the shallows
Of the bay
Under evening moon
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I was walking down the street one day;
Quaint, I know, but arguably true,
when all at once and out of the blue,
an idea came into my view, hey!
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At the Threshold of Love
The Lover must remove his sandals:
Within, the holy Chamber,
Washed in Lover's tears,
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There is

a mysterious rhythm in things,
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