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late poem

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When the world is telling you

it’s time to die,

tell the world

to make it quick.

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The first time I saw you in person you were in purple satin,

and a lotus deep up my river broke open;

then I ran away

to days of dreaming

while onstage

you did your best Sid Vicious in LA—

which made me dizzy with inspiration.

Then there was the theatre with

an electric orange and pink hue cast on everything

including how stunningly outrageously beautiful

you were primed in life;

where afterwards I gave you pressed flowers

with hope upon hope;

and more dreaming

until the tragedy where I hopped over rows to say hello,

only to be told you had left out the back;

the days of heaviest weight

where it’s all a poet can take

to stay above ground.

Then you dropped down a rope to a rocky stage

and stared right through the audience;

and after even that

when you became an enchanting witch,

a sage next to the sea

matches wouldn't stay lit.

You rode away on a bike

up a main street alight with neon,

like the prettiest girl,

disappearing into the prettiest world. 

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poem

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While watching the dark blue sea stretch to the horizon, nimble whitecaps growing to pinpoints in the distance, I was thus reminded again the reason we're all here, witness to Sun and Earth.

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When religions

and deep beliefs

are different windows

looking out from the

same house,

to the same stars

and galaxies—

that's when you

know the creation—

howsoever you

see it exist—

is anchored to beauty;

and if beauty, love.

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When religions
and deep belief
are different windows
looking out from the
same house,
to the same stars
and galaxies--
that's when you
know the creation--
howsoever you
you see it exist,
is anchored to beauty;
and if beauty, love.

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The Platonic Legend, by Fite: juicy reading