Ryan Van Cleave Poems

Outward, upward,
Inward, down,
A mirror image
Upside down
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A blot of ink
A fountain pen
Emptied
To be filled again
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Awake at night
I dream of day
Recall review
Rewind replay
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I came upon
A dull machine
it read 'the world'
In blue and green
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I march to the beat
Of a different tune
The second footstep
On the moon
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They say beauty's 
Judged by its beholder
And that it fades
As we get older
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