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pete
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a dawn rises
between our twin suns
of life and living,
of days, fears
left undone
a new dawn rises
falling gently,
spring rain
upon winter's
parched legacy
a sharp dawn rises
unbecoming thought
new shelthered hopes
lost betwen
the silent and earthen
a forth dawn rises
a forth call from within
to join with her we pray,
deep cthonic legacies,
dappled blooming skies
the last dawn rises
our city cries,
left unpolished
crimson tears fall
deep, the sky heralds.
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i do not feel for the sun
my eyes perched forward
taking in the blind sights
marked, mustered, meaningless.
crossing this tream
to drown on its sorrows
a chance to shout out
against the wanderers.
crossing this stream
into the rapid shallows,
around the salmon run
avoiding the deepest lake.
we do not speak tonight
compositions tell our tales,
epics of wonder lost
crossed pale sinew exposed.
again to the dawn
to the charging crowds
just sipping on the sorrows of yesterday,
today they don't want to play.
trace your fingers back,
my mind is uncomposite
unstruck obstructed
lost in its own ways.
songs, episteme of the senses,
bridges untrod upon,
hope now, dream always,
the stream sweeps us away.
21 may 2004,
read at rasputin's folk cafe shortly after,
soon forgotten,
and rediscovered today
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