“It is in our grief
That we are closest to the Gods.”
--Lakota wisdom
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Wondering Left A high stack Of little deaths As I went, Made it here, nonetheless; How many Lifetimes are Left?
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Unbearable Feelings, unspeakable Even if we talk all night, Drink all the beers, Take everything off… Still existential pathos Of our isol...
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Life Returns In blossoms, Tight like bullets, Aching for action. Following the deadly season Of frost burnt flowers, Frozen in time; Of brit... -
Being a stranger Starts with body language. The scowl Meant to be a smile, The overreach Meant to be a helping hand, The resignation Meant...
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