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More Like Lightning

    More Like Lightning He argued that her face was full of faults But perfect beauty was their startling end. Those imperfections listed were the vaults To her immaculate and lovely blend Contending with a theoretical Ideal.  My lover, though, was more than that. His...

The Beginnings and the End

 The Beginnings and the End Why is it that the dark is at the start, Like bats in caverns, always?  “Let there be Light” presupposes black.  The human heart Is desperate and wicked.  (Who can see That?  Everyone who thinks.)  The sperm that made You came from darkness...

Synthesis

                Synthesis Examine for yourself the claim that love Is noblest and the mightiest of all. Is it far better than the truth, above An iron-like honesty?  Is love more tall Than mountained decency?  And is not hate Sometimes required to make things work? ...

Morning Stars Sang Together   

Morning Stars Sang Together     “Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion” The music of the perfect spheres was heard By no one.  Melodies or chords they made Stretched out like silence.  They became absurd. Copernicus and Galileo swayed Them into nothingness. ...

A Perfect Piece of Knitting, Torn, Repaired

A Perfect Piece of Knitting,          Torn, Repaired “the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.” ~ 1 Samuel 18:1 Charles, my friend, was never so heartbreaking As when he smiled, like Schumann at his best. The beauty...