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birth cry —
a moment's coming to be
of what wasn't
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such a path
unfolding within
a tree's warmth
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twilight chorus —
the song carrying through
to silence
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light too brief —
the opening of words
to their source
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nothing . . .
all over in less
than a second
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nine eleven . . .
time unravels the heart
of our darkness
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rumours of war . . .
the shadow of my breath
darkens a dead sea
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awake with the birds
I distill the who I am
from the edge of light
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earth rot . . .
such mystery scenting
sweet nothings
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headlong spring —
what words to part meaning
from the song?
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noonday demon
my longings define
their form
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spring trickles
through the hieroglyphs
of belonging
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losing heart
a loss of words
fills the air
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now and then
death with a life
of its own
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soundless by starlight —
the poet sipping darkness
from a mirror's eyes
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spring pathos —
a poem strains against
its string of words
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dewspring light
awake once more
to a once world
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long white cloud . . .
how much more lonely
must we become?
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with nothing
in reach, a stick insect
holds fire
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drunken wind . . .
a willow flails
at nothingness
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keeping watch
sky travellers redress
the balance
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five eyes . . .
I avoid winking
at the moon
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keystone cop —
impeach blossoms
litter my path
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an albatross
drowns in the absence
of a before
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after death
her absence fogs over
under words
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a morepork
until it loses itself
calls its name
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a spring rain
agitates the clarity
of its pooling
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spring storm
my future slows down
for my shadow
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theta waves
splash the plimsoll line
of my words
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with the birds
the words to voice
such silence
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death bed vigil . . .
his mind fingers through
beads of sweat
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mist . . .
from tree to tree
an afterthought
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iambic throb —
the slow black trochee
of life-blood
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scented night —
a moth enters the hush
between stars
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midnight stroll
beyond the back-chatter
of the universe
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the milky way
stretches out its wingspan
of indifference
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inland sea . . .
the sound of a siren
turns my head
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mid night
all the stars out there
mid way from the past
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under a cloud
a beekeeper checks
each peony
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graveyard shift —
the past in spectres picking
through haibones
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on reflection
moonset's paucity
of words
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second language
just one second after
a big bang
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desert spring . . .
some words from my mouth
half-shut
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no man's land —
haiku mind-seeding
by moonlight
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from the dark
from the space it leaves
a tree begins
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moonlit lake —
the doppler effect
of black swans
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crescent moon
separating facts
from fiction
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crescent moon
another thumbnail sketch
of sad stories
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a part across from a godwit’s carbon footprint