Alphabet City

Dive into the complexity,
it will yield its virginity
in luscious strokes

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An artist revels in her loneliness

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...fill your pipe from here
where the milkiest crystal is...

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And I haven't prayed much lately,
though I have much to ask for,
and even One to whom I'd pray

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Dying leaves audition
for the part of the butterfly

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Strange, how lately all of my sounds have been amplified,
the colors about me heightened, to taste - to touch - 
is more to savor, an aroma, that's all I remember,
what I bring forward to now, a string of beads,
droplets down the windowpane to me

I search for large falls of water,
any deluge

Once I was backlit by peeks in the forest,
bramble where sunlight rayed through,
dances in silhouette, ground against
a world silent-gray, without taste, 
untouchable, a thin pane away

And I am always
green-blue blue-green 
of many tones

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I told her with a single wind, all the dust would be back

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There is a sunflower for Isabella growing in the meadow, it shall be any color she cares it to be, always facing light, with perfect petals

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Hadn’t I just poured myself a coffee, didn’t I now think this thought just the same?

A strange mourning dove keeps cooing outside my window, still I refrain

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If you cannot beat them with strength, then defeat them with rhythm

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