Alphabet City

Essence is first glimpse
Time recalls her fragile spark
Moondance on taut wire

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When I loved
I was atop
the world, yet
when I was loved
I felt beneath
the pinnacle
of she, the other,
missing the unconditional,
mistaking it for some
pandering largesse,
too self-absorbed when loved,
but when loving, all-giving,
selfless, timeless atop simple
essential knowing

To love and not to be loved in return
is the greater of gifts

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There,
taking form
on the paper,
was all it
would ever
be

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I remember 
remembering when 
I was younger things 
not so far beyond my grasp 
as now

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(It's a strange little world
filled with peculiar people,
strange little people, you see,
you meet, those you love you hold
onto in time, to hold just-in-time
to grasp the last of the fleeting...)

It's a tongue-twister world
in the springtime, summer
a roller-coaster splash into
golden leaves that leave us be
in snowfall
*
     *
          *
   *
        *
 *
aflutter in powder-white down,
crystal air - clean bells - the cold smells
the warm heart

(...peculiar tiny people
lost on the mantle
the faded beat at the far edge)

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Todrawone
mustsee

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"Since we are three," I suggested,
"...why not have a "suggestion box"
to inform us and I will guarantee 
the anonymity of all contributions!"

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Over the generations,
over the years, we mistake
one person for another,
traits that come around
now and then, faces again
as the old were when new yet
different names and time, though 
somehow so familiar, and I
don't care, for what does it matter 
the era I'm in, to each their own 
name slips, silver and mercury,
beads, a blue in the maze
all atilt and woven

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Spring
brings 
hope then
Summer
brings Autumn
till Winter

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In a word
all is slain,
made whole,
saintly
the gospel'd 
lain
plainly
in site 

millennia 
last only
so long

messiahs
and missiles
overhead

lancers
and sabrists and
light dragoons

we are not ready
for hand-to-face
and eye-to-heart
combat

immortally
newfound
scars...

I shy 
away

I shout
farewell
Balaclava

to begin the rage
against the going

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