NIGEL LESMOIRGORDON

Feet Pounding
Metal Door-Knobs
Slip away
Piling at the corridor's end.
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Time-struck in the Intervals of Space the Atom-Lover makes his way;
More weary in a weightless sense Than Atlas, overspent and out of reach -
Soft feet upon a fallen leaf.
I SIT ASTRIDE THE SUN AND SPEAK WITH GOD:
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The sad wakes leaving
Yes………only petals of
A yellow tulip - pickled in a
Rose bed grieving
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I SIT ASTRIDE THE SUN AND SPEAK WITH GOD
LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!
He burns my head and spreads the flesh to show blood's wisdom.
MEANING IS IN THE MAKING
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it is as if I strangely sit between unfoldment and the
pit turn the heart and bend the lip of ageless silent
sun and trees of passing pageants aimed to please
the garish and the blinded throng from heaven sent in
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When all is down and come to nought
The path we take is rarely thought
To end in more than misery;
And what more can we prove to be
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THROUGH COOLING ROWS OF MIRRORS
The frozen cheeks of children spoon the air
With mandrake callings
Grim intracted products breaking
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