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alternatively #900 .. .
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to love, to thought, to sorrow
at the window
to loss of life, to strife, to care
as one we soldier on
we wait
to see how things turn out
and in the morning of the night
we surrender dreams
of savage themes
our conflicts swollen
dead lives stollen
away, away from us
by virtue of words never said
nor prayers unprayed
emporium
eclectic, vast, grungy
as the grey dawn hides
unimagined, uncontrolled
an alphabet of aged aspiration
once held aloft as banners
until as fleeting birds
they turned contrails
pulsating, droning vees
caught up in the wind
of mankind’s tomorrows
to victories
weighed out in arrows
atrophy
redshift, divergence issue
those stars once lit all around us
are moving away
they like daddy Arbucks
packed their bags
preferring not to stay
entomb the sad landscape
of your private mausoleum
it is time to skip n’laugh
leave behind the institution
Master Salieri
Chlorophyll .. .
eat only the freshest leaves
reach out for higher branches
broadest visions
those given to giraffes,
tall trees and torn pages
ring bronzy bell
launch black and gold
the fuming steamer
when summer’s gone
forget the tawdry shiver
plant one more orchard
another twisted vine
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 