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Back to the Poetry Page

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It is the cycle that penetrates

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The light, a hard object, passes

IV.
Buried in the conscience of the earth

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The face of the conquering world

VI.
As the hand moves across the face

VII.
I take hold of a magical tree

VIII.
Go away old ghosts; you came to disturb my quiet.

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Before long, the moon, a sometime boring object

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We enter, finally, the obligations of the fire lit beneath us