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Shared Absence

There are those with abilities to maneuver,
Into positions quick...
Without a hint of suspicion,
That their subtle comments made...
Have been selected to degrade.

They're on a mission to undo someone unknown,
But...
They pick and choose,
Those they hope have similar views...
With shared absence of any truth.

Whispered in the ears,
Is something sure to please.
With a leaving out of what was done,
To get someone to seethe.

Fragmented doses meant to mention,
To create descensions that begin.
And...

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The Fisher Child's Lullaby

THE wind is out in its rage to-night,
And your father is far at sea.
The rime on the window is hard and white
But dear, you are near to me.
Heave ho, weave low,
Waves of the briny deep;
Seethe low and breathe low,
But sleep you, my little one, sleep, sleep.
The little boat rocks in the cove no more,
But the flying sea-gulls wail;
I peer through the darkness that wraps the shore,
For sight of a home set sail.
Heave ho, weave low,
Waves of the briny deep;
Seethe low and breathe low,
But sleep you, my little one, sleep, sleep.
Ay, lad of mine, thy father may die
In the gale that rides the sea,
But we'll not believe it, not you and I,
Who mind us of Galilee.

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Transparencies: Lovers Sing To Each, Death The Veil Between Them, After Japanese Noh Theater

.for Father William Rowell


Act 1

Each stanza is a scene or theatrical screen in which the drama is eternally unfolding...


O each eye holds a temple.
Each eye curves away from each.
Each knee contains a hidden country -

paddies are green now and ready for gleaning.


Green now and ready for gleaning,
each breath moves in rhythm.
Other's hands burn the thick rushes-

Go ghostly to ashes.

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The Charnel Rose: A Symphony

She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea,
With her bare arms uplifted,
And lifted her voice in the silence foolishly:
And her face was small, and her voice was small.
'O moon!' she cried, 'I think how you must tire
Forever circling earth, so silently;
Earth, who is dark and makes you no reply.'
She only heard the little waves rush and fall;
And saw the moon go quietly down the sky.

Like a white figurehead in the seafaring wind,
She stood in the moonlight,
And heard her voice cry, ghostly and thinned,
Over the seethe of foam,
Saying, 'O numberless waters, I think it strange
How you can always shadow her face, and change
And yet never weary of her, having no ease.'
But the sea said nothing, no word at all:
Unquietly, as in sleep, she saw it rise and fall;
And the moon spread a net of silver over the foam.

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Through The Broken Soul

Lonely snores, lonely dreams,
lonesomeness is all it seems,
eerie thoughts of foregone love,
mingle with night like hand in glove,
brightened dark plunging swoon,
beneath sooth and lonely gloom,
lonely snores, lonely dreams,
lonesomeness is all it seems,

Broken soul, remember seethe,
tame the darkness beneath your feet,
bemoaned psyche of living dearth,
haunting glows of affections felt,
grip the bed within your grasp,
wriggle the sheets in tightly clasp,
Broken soul, remember seethe,
tame the darkness beneath your feet.

reason with the pouring clatters above your roof,
napping and tapping to soul's reproof,

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Jonah-Woman

Who are these white-capped jesters...and jackals
Who have placed me in the belly of a
White death-stinking fish?

Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.
Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.
Not this time.

The jesters and tittering hyenas, with their night-lumin
Eyes, who tiptoe soft through the loud-hinged door...
And shut it quietly-quick behind them.
They are breathing to find me.

They safari hunt for me...beating the bush-room.
Mine. I am hiding in the pillow, in the chest of drawers,
In the air.
They can't find me with their needles and needle-quick
Pills.

The rancid, disinfected fish is down the hall, around the

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Book VI - Part 02 - Great Meteorological Phenomena, Etc

And so in first place, then
With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
Because the ethereal clouds, scudding aloft,
Together clash, what time 'gainst one another
The winds are battling. For never a sound there come
From out the serene regions of the sky;
But wheresoever in a host more dense
The clouds foregather, thence more often comes
A crash with mighty rumbling. And, again,
Clouds cannot be of so condensed a frame
As stones and timbers, nor again so fine
As mists and flying smoke; for then perforce
They'd either fall, borne down by their brute weight,
Like stones, or, like the smoke, they'd powerless be
To keep their mass, or to retain within
Frore snows and storms of hail. And they give forth
O'er skiey levels of the spreading world
A sound on high, as linen-awning, stretched
O'er mighty theatres, gives forth at times
A cracking roar, when much 'tis beaten about

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Sexy

Babe,
I find you
So incredibly
Sexy
That
Sex
If it
Sees you
Will seethe
With jealousy ;)

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Weeping Girl

Your tears do not become your eyes
Would my guitar weep in their stead
To drench and drown a shade that tries,
And charm a smile when woe has fled,
The fingers of my trembling hands
Would seethe in soothing sarabands.

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Bats Shadow Fly Feed

treetop height
in dark of night
fruit ripe to bite

bats shadow fly by annual feed
balcony two stories up my whistle lead
back night souls flit spirit mead

in these ink hours soul breathe
in these night whispers soul seethe
in these fruit feasts bats weave

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