Richard Weissman Biography

And she wonders religion, and she wonders spirit and she wonders magic and
she wonders mystic - trying desperate - to escape outside of self - to
think from a cat view and fly from an eagle view, to abandon humanity,
to look out on it stretched cross Wyoming wide stars and down upon it from afar,
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Blood red wounds wept for this world,
The season of hope unfurls.
Though solution claws up from knotted belly,
Bleak emptiness drains me still,
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Cold winter's white blanket has bled grey-black from Jersey's sooty shores,
Here 'neath shadows of Wall Street's towered sky,
Here in Richmond, where ne'er he lived,
Here his aspirations lay lifeless,
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In all life's ways she's back, that voice is back, as truth drifts back, all these paths which they'd wandered and dreamt upon turn back - Now unveiling through blanker verses of death's book, Now revealing as unborn artists look, Now concealing through these shattered shadowed lights of the vortexed color bar in a rainbowed void and so to reveal it that now it is back

Paradox of paradoxes whilst the voice chimes hollowed back though voice itself quieter contained, confined within verbal-lined visions of what? A Silent Echo, better still-
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Steady sounding of heart suddenly syncopated,
Now faint,
Fainter,
‘til still.
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