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Lines To -And By- EmilyI Unto my books so good to turn, I many times thought peace had come like trains of cars on tracks of plush.Lines To -And By- Emily
II Split the lark and you'll find the music;
my cocoon tightens, colors tease the murmur of a bee.
III While I was fearing it, it came: Delight becomes pictorial. It struck me every day: I see thee better in the dark.
IV My Wheel is in the dark -- Much madness is divinest sense, the soul unto herself,
her grace is all she has.
V Could I but ride indefinite, the moon was but a chin of gold


Siren Songendless waves of gray rollSiren Song
until they meet with the horizon, flat sky white as a canvas mast.
a voice of silver, a tongue of blue-orange lust that promises to devour with hot kisses the ropes of order that keep me here
on this suburban hill- the flick of my Bic lighter is a fricative, seductive prelude to the crackle of the gray chaparral, aflame.
But I didnt watch you so that you could drop off the face of the earth.
Where have you gone?
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I'm not going to ask you to,
but it would be nice,
if my gallery had visit from you.
you have some.
i will watch to see what else
you can compose with them.
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To live is to want to be free, tied down by responsibilty is killing me, how can this be
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