December 2014
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
how intent the cat
and over the city din
the death throes of stars
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sheltering
behind macrocarpas . . .
the warmth within
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winds wailing
against macrocarpas . . .
such stillness
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the way of the rose—
the rouged cheeks of dalliance
no longer quench me
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morning call—
not clear in this heat
the sense of it
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advent ends—
an unapproachable light
enters the tent
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blessed be he
who gives his blessings
the light he sees
in the mud of the mundane
shall be his inheritance