2.10.21

Navigation

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seek the depth of our landmass
across the wrong ocean

a turn inside out
as the wind blows its bluish skin to whitecaps

the circling blur above swoops down
to skim the crossing-- flight of ideas
home to roost, no dry land

(wrong side of the current, every twisted
mother tongue torn to shreds
by vagaries of history: yet another foul wind)
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1.7.21

Raise Your Virgin Assumptions

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Och, you tug at these heartstrings so
they soon fly torn to shreds!

Nothing left of my saintly Ma's crumb-boy
but a trail in failures through-and-through

While the search for exits from this vale of tears
drags on and on -anon?- since age fourteen...

Confessional suicides from bad to verse
translate Catholic to universal faith
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