Hues
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A poet
meets a reader.
A word is born.
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The ways of expression differ.
The expressions are different.
As long as they express something.
If there is something to express.
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How wonderful
the world could be
with the right things
in the right places,
and nobody out of pace,
getting step by step
from one truth to another...
Beauty
undone
by means of alignment.
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Everything's in a way...
Not that I really mean it...
Forgive me my indiscretion...
Just as a matter of fact.
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So you...
So I...
So as if...
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Absolutely.
Sheer nothing.
Like everybody.
In this universe.
At least.
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crazy and obsolete
no doubt but not indeed
deserving mentioning in the
disdainful colors
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The impossible is impossible.
The only possibility.
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The stars like dust...
A shower.
Starry mud.
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On the way
in a way.
On the run
in the long run.
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When it comes to philosophy
I do not follow:
I think of the black roses
that I have yet to plant
in the snow.
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Much talking.
Nothing said.
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They payed the sun
the toll of blood,
to make the slaves
hate
the bloody thing.
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