Sleep D Poems

then we can see each other in living
colour culling the kilometres with webs of electronic
far away friendship network beyond embryonic
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And the sky remained our authority for what was not possible,
Until your last breath bereft of vitality conjured motionless prisms,
crystalline temples through which encoded parallel universes bespoke
innumerable plausibilities that we had not even dreamed of in the saline mists
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Hermann Hesse
sighed writing glass beads
and
River Phoenix
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Passion's escaping me,
like a flickering, red cloak and little hood,
hot ahead, yet in and out of sight,
not properly presenting for thine eyes
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art's the cosmic bridge between heaven and earth
man's the cosmic bridge between vulgarity and turf
women are the keys 2 salvation
2day is the shadow of tomorrow
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The theatre spent a good deal of time wrapped in a dream
before deciding to unfurl early and move like a clear, freshwater stream.

The thespian used effectively, their body in that space,
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I love you Leila,

every day as I lay,
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Auden and Yeats, perhaps in their contemplates,
one might have handed the whole of their heart,
to some other,
though now perhaps you might just read in contempt for Yeats,
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I don't pay much attention to time,

I guess this then is time's problem,
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Blissful in the necropolis,

is there where she lay
ever since she died today.
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