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Tearing Me Asunder
5-20-16

Am I just drifting to where I go
See the wind go through to my heart
As I let Jesus know
As a beaker that crests into corn
I take me out into the morning dew
To Noah in this lucubration
Glazing with the song and story
Flesh, come my own life tearing me asunder
And melancholy Gotterdammering in your own time
Inside garish and conspicuous time to face the music
And turn it on again
Am I just drifting!




Your Bunker Hill (Luculent Text)
5-20-16

Lean from ledges high and wild
Trim those hedges and cry as the child
Climbing again your Bunker Hill
Yet to gloze and cajole and to palliate
My passion at play with luculent text
To prepare me for what's coming next
A trip into the amazing field of the wondrous stare
Hurt and sometimes bitter
In travails of the night
Manners make it hard
But that privilege I have stolen
In all purport, a tingling recognition
And a unique stanza in the making
And a great view of the trees
For our hydration....