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A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV

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WHAT fear that burns
that all the eye can see
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
who is lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
of mourning light!

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THE CIRCUS AND DEMONS OF LIFE

AS a little boy we went to
see the circus and all
the demons of life
the fire was bright
i rejoiced in the love
And father said,’son
when you grow up will
you write of this?
to see the demons and
write to nonbelievers
that life is precious?’
i write, “i’m a phantom
for all the living
i’m the blind spot
of life” and so i write
and feel the broken
so sincerity greets with
an occultic shrug –the
impenetrable transparency
of life and death
the circus of demons and life

:: 09-16-2015 ::