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Waking Honesty

                     Waking Honesty Our cats are not like us.  They sleep the sleep Of focused soldiers, dreaming dreams that we Would never dare.  Cats’ drowsing isn’t deep But deep enough.  They live hyperbole Or, at the least, intensity. They curl Around,...

At Last

                           At Last Explain the rise of scents, those melodic Perfumes that we call music.  There were drums And rhythms, but what brought on rhapsodic Cantabile is hidden.  Passion thrums Through men and women, mango girls and boys, And one night...