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canon chain

Books strewn about a room,
Stacked and in single repose,
Cared for in a half-hazardous
Manic kind of way
Organized in a fleeting system
Something sparked in Shelley
And led to Dawkins
Then Hegel came to mind
And a dictionary was needed
Which led to another, more specific book of terms
And a word below Medusa
Made me think of The Decameron
Which...
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He walks out of the caf door and briefly surveys the taken tables and benches. He is looking to be alone, but he knows her, and he does not hate her so he walks over to her table. She is in a book, she is really reading book. She does not do the infamous, survey of the crowd when she changes pages, pausing to drink...
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In the heat of a full moon, on an endless night, watching through the windows of a soul redolently, I am still. I am bilious. Eidoion before me, thrust into my brain, against time, I am moribund. Dirge. Requiem. Lament for me, as I walk towards the uncertainty of death. Allay my horror, my fear, my dread welling within my chest. Step after step, dragged...
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In the heat of a full moon, on an endless night, watching through the windows of a soul redolently, I am still. I am bilious. Eidoion before me, thrust into my brain, against time, I am moribund. Dirge. Requiem. Lament for me, as I walk towards the uncertainty of death. Allay my horror, my fear, my dread welling within my chest. Step after step, dragged...
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watching:
the sun coming over a hill
many hills
rolling hills
frozen, somewhere, in a humid time
fog?
mist?
water in the atmosphere cut by this sudden sunlight
piercing through Weeping Willows' branches
infested with a beauty,
Spanish Moss, hangs to touch the ground
to further disrupt the sun-flow,
to heighten the fragrance of Magnolia blooms
carried in the thick air of this most weighted...
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From under ancient Magnolias, on sacred ground I am watching marble and granite, in colors of solemnity and consolation. Between monuments to the dead, linger small groups of the living. Fathers with video cameras, diligently filming, documenting their young sons angst driven adventures in photography, are poignantly foiled by Mothers yelling at their daughters to get off the huge stones, and to stop touching every-damn-thing,...
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Heads sewn on with golden threads
Whitest bodies
Marble clean
Sparkling instance
A word most often chosen
For the way the world is seen

Twinkle, clich but correct
Millions of dots
Pixels, molecules, atoms
Segments of space and time
Strewn about before my eyes
Thinking this is something recognizable
To human sight

Wrong Wrong Wrong
But nothing is right
Emerald eyes, and ruby lips
Onyx...
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trying to write things to put together a portfolio.... gathering things... some of this writing stuff isnt all so bad....

The human condition, defined conventionally in terms that one might associate with religious doctrine. Settling for moments which allude to possibility, found in the bottom of bottles of clear liquids and foul smelling perfumes. Cheap smelling perfumes. Accented by knives thrown down darkened alleys towards...
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Having just moved I am completely overcome by the new-ness of my home. I woke up, tried to get out of bed in the dark only to realize that there was a wall there... what an idiot....what a creature of habit...

Grad school is starting....wish me luck?!?

Hyperborean. A gilded background of human love Bound to be beautiful and bound to a fool. Exalt your own essence, discover and conserve the deeply embedded ego. Zen apologia denies you correctly. Incense that smells like blood and curls like nightmares in the dark. While she remains a virgin she is the bride of all her brothers, this Hindu Pandava of a modern era. A...
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