Mania

Thoughts
Chime
Low.

Radiance deep, spoken whispers,
Oceans
Crimson
Mute
To velvet birds,

Ever singing
Unrelated
Operas, many.
Earthly cusp of intuition,
Unrelenting,
Set to settle slow.

Moonlit smoke in violet feelings —
Calm
Crescendos
New.

Soft and softly dreaming — singing
Symphonies.
Propensities,
Adieu.

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Sometimes, when you’re out climbing poetry, you get stuck.

You climb, and you get to the point where you can’t go up and you can’t go down.

You get stuck and regret not telling anyone you left; you regret leaving the ground.

Sometimes, when you’re out climbing poetry, you never come back.

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If now, an infant moon appears,

And faith will take away my fears,

No pain will come from light!

Savage creature in the soul,

Is seeking fullness not the goal,

To wax and wane at night?

Rings the melody of a thousand moons.

Beside an ocean made of gold,

Our father’s legacy is told

(Who lifts us to his height).

Beneath the tomb of every man,

A gift in life it was to stand,

To use an earthly might!

Sings the symphony of a thousand moons.

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Must I sink to dream?

With but a lease to flight

I’ll rise above the scene,

Deny the fleshy thing

In this debate the world, cruel

Earthly world!

Angels dangle by,

Pampered pant and sigh,

Are forced to wing the sky.

A fleet of geese they dive

In this release the world, clod

Canvased world!

Cupid’s arrow flings.

It darts me ‘mid the flight

That lightly tranquil brings;

His passion spurs my dreams

In this assault the world, rot

Rusted world!

Demon woman sings —

A tightly tinseled tune,

Ripely fragrant springs,

And deep her siren rings

In this revolt the world, ripe

Leafy world!

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