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mosaic eyes . . .
a dragonfly assembling
God's likeness
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all the things
that make me go hmmm ...
music break
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awake again —
just the wake again
of Charon's boat
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blinding light!
knees bloody the road
to Damascus
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spring rainbow —
the colour of light
finds its voice
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spring fever . . .
flesh flexes still
over bones
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winter sea . . .
an ancient silence winces
towards me
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sinking deeper
and deeper into it—
the moon pond
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navel gazing . . .
a young monk unravels
the wound
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deep space . . .
tonight its emptiness
fills mine
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by the moon. . .
a bushcrawler too
dons the divine
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spring surge . . .
night presses out
its dark wine
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light flight . . .
Icarus blazes
a white path
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dusk birdsong . . .
from branch to branch
in lament
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rising sun —
ashen shadows sear
into concrete
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dying day . . .
prayer beads ignite
to her touch
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flickering darkness. . .
the aftertaste of lightning
rumbles through my words
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matins . . .
weary hands become
tulip blooms
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ancient frog,
for whom is your time
running out?
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before dawn . . .
a lone bird enters
my insomnia
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step by step
our paths merge together
as water and wine . . .
in these unplanned moments
we sip eternity
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spreadeagled
against the southern cross
my arms strain for yours
while I chant through the hours
my liturgy of silence
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somewhere between
seeing and not-seeing
the loss of words
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a frog grown old
is pastured high and dry
in its past
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baton charge . . .
the red squad of dawn
opens heads
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the lost day . . .
I pore through the pages
of snopes.com
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under the basho
dreamers, too, are writing —
blossoms and the moon
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second coming . . .
creation groans along
its birth canal
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endless night . . .
a harp wails for the woman
no longer there
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after dusk —
chalk absorbs the last
of the blood
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this winter . . .
another fine line
I tread
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giggling child . . .
the butterfly effect
stays beyond her
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river source . . .
sparrows peck away
the way back
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empty sky . . .
a morepork pierces
my darkness
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rank paddock . . .
a token scarecrow
for old times
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piece by piece
a rifleman feathers
its nest
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summer death . . .
see how the rice
now moves
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rainbow . . .
my eyes seek out
the keystone