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I'll never know how you could build this gate:

This time and place and structure to explore

A vall…

I reach. I fumble. My fingers renew their acquaintance with that smooth black stone of yesteryear. I…

As I tromp through the woods in Lincoln, I can smell the deep green and hear the crackle of burnt re…

I'm dancing with you, hands together, your hand on my waist, slowly turning in the room that is in a…

I sit in the kitchen, lips still feeling the buzz as I rest my trumpet on my knee. I feel quiet, b…

The ophicleide burbles on, the root, the fifth, the root

The music of the calypso starts the cro…

In furious glee, the madman bursts into the room

His beard is dripping ice; his breaths form tiny …

There's something high up in the sky

I saw it flashing by my eye

And then it soared into the cloud…

I don't know science, but I've heard some stories

Of physics, chemistry, and bio-glories

If I could …

My heart's been touched by many a gentle word

Of kindness and acceptance. Gentle folks

Have hasten…

A storm is coming. Hear the cold wind blow

What else approaches me with ill intent?

A fear is grow…

I do believe the time has come to hope

I'd love it if my friend came back at last.

If I am wro…