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The Intoned Discourses

Once, upon a bed of clay,
A famed conjurer shed his lore
To all who hung on all his stay;
So burst the catch on time’s first door.

Twice, on a floor of straw,
A star shone through meek stable walls
And bathed the month, indebted, in awe
Dissolving dreams in kindling stalls.

Many the hour, on a mat of rush,
Words washed over prone on rude witness
And damaged the news that societies

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Inside Movement

The shadows clash.
Emptiness rings
in the silence
like a staircase
echoing
in an abandoned home.
Never will the quenched still life return
to the inane black hole
of Freud-and-lief it used to be,
remaining instead
with the 800-pound gorilla
in the next upbeat
current loft
downtown situation.

Figure of Speech

Loose
end
of
study.

Purpose

Character
of
a
story.

Integrity

Definition
of
a
poem.