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New rackets no tennis
Back and forth feels endless Best in my bracket no bragging, blameless Like Homer flamed this Flameless like hope has faded Three armies landed, another invading Look to be burning their ships in the bay As if to say we’re here to stay Rain magics sent by Gods they pray to Rouse the Atlantic and…
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Light garden symphony V
A green more green than that Ur painter needed to eke out his dream from voidslabs A scene which seen seems to see back, and indeed seems eager to convene A central womb from which it speaks a boreal communion, a reunion of squeals Equal to a greaseless wheel yet in my courage it peals,…
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Light garden symphony IV
Forth from furrow with force, expansive gorse spanned with stabbing thorns White roses in bright rows like light workers reposed in votive poesy, Yorksworn Beautiful under any name but all beauty sporting thorns, the horns of Cernunnos Discerned in the torn, worn, crumpled, wrinkled workwear of the gardener Herne Hunter Employed here since he was…
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Light garden symphony III
Requisition by growing things, land’s reacquisition Tin roof suffused with suffocating kudzu in the fullness of its zombie bloom It looms over everything, fastening like a glue to the fixtures Until it is the only texture, it dies in winter but next year is revisited Phalanxes of axe-headed plants finance the verdant assault Silent violence,…
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