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Hunger
Dreamed things slice
With wings framed by
Red fancies
Fed upon by truth
Reckless in
Their heedless hunger.

Comfort not
These barren trappings
Of a life
Spent among grateful
Lies gathered
Against the last day.

Remember
Fortune's fickle love,
Take haven
In the deep places
Where within
Lies a grey comfort.

Labyrinthine Ways
These labyrinthine ways
Caught like color on the wind
Give lie to these thoughts

Sanguine Faith
Threads of sanguine faith
Extend out bittersweet hopes
Soon cast from those heights

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Click
Click. Click, click. Clickclick.
Is that agreeable sound
Your shotgun jamming?

The Buffet
The sign boasted of
An all you can eat buffet -
False advertising

Flesh and Fire
If I find deep inside
Echoes of unfulfilled desire
Then fires of false ardor I must light
To wrest the day out of this night

But if the flesh that I fail
Cannot with reason hold fast sense
Then I remain without recourse
And I will watch all creation burn

Fragile Boats
On fragile boats of
Reed tied taut with sinew we
Siege the place of dream

Amidst the Ruins
Unfleshed we walk like
Ghosts amidst the ruins of
Some forgotten place

Shades of Blue
Shades of blue linger
In that pair of deepest pools
Eaten by the red