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The Other Side

Peace is on the other side of the hill. Everything is moving in fast motion. Not a motion to waste as moments become relics of yesterday. The mountaintops are flattened, and the wastelands have vanished turning into the broken pottery of a bygone passage. The moaners are crying for their loss as reality topple their

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Nothing Much

Let the orchestra play for those who have an ear to hear and for those who do not have a musical ear let the drums roll. The bread has molded in the covert and the well has become a snake pit. The weeping look to the crying for comfort and relief and it all amounts

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When I Was Not

When I was not, I wallowed in a lonely labyrinth having no sense of direction and only the illusions of how I wish my life were. My vision of the world around me was obscured by the sight of myself and that abyss became my most persistent adversary. When I was not, I allowed others

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House of Fright

House of fright. Spiders and snakes, lizards, and scorpions. How many houses have I been afraid to live in? From childhood to adult. Lizards and snakes, scorpions, and spiders have terrified me because of the fear of them being in the house. I see them squiring about on the outside. Some climbing on the outside

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