You speak your language
Foggy, cryptic tongue
Leave me to plainsong
And my touch of metaphor
To keep us
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Victor
It is whisper quiet
This place
Alone is all there is
Truth a mere caricature of itself
No making sense of the light to the West
Fated are we
To be fallen stars and starlets
With delusion the Victor
Poets’ Question
Is
There
No
Limit
The depth of this delusion
The height to this hope
What
Be
The
Impetus
The inspiriration of this imagination
The food for this fall
even breaths
I will see
My brother
In your eyes
First and only
I can cheer
My sister
In her joy
Now and always
holy grail
Screened eyes
Peering
What call
Whose melody
Stirred
Thee
Dance now damn you
Do more than search
Sing
Swim
TIGER
Symmetrical stripes we have, yours and mine
Though my left ear more dark
And your left hand more bright
Our eyes both have the highlights of hope
To the left of your nose a freckle all your own
Matching the one on my chin
Yes my wings are muted
While yours bear what color
We wear the same bold heart within
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The simple I gladly announce
What they describe daily
Will always and ever elude
We who find ourselves
Teasing
Out of hiding
The simple epic
July 2, 2016: A Haiku
For I have spoken
Now remains a piece of you
Reserved for my lips
July 1, 2016: A Haiku
Here is where I live
The end of your fingertips
Your utterances
June 25, 2016: A Haiku
Would that the Cello
Her Master’s breath resounding
Sing on nonetheless
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