Winter Solstice

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Winter solstice, the earth open wide
with a heart crushed like footsteps 
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in snow
(((fictitious persons disclaimers 
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implied
to all listening from rooftops 
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below)))
it had rained and the air was like 
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perfume outside
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as the sky changed

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we began when the ground was still 
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dry
planting vineyards where vineyards 
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don’t grow
shaping cypress with pitch on both 
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sides
for the nights when our trumpets 
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won’t blow
that regret still there circling 
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like vultures inside
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as your face changed?
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They don’t stay inside.
(there but for Thy grace go I...)

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through the eyes of machines we 
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viewed immaculate scenes
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that had already passed me by
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all the stars on the ground, 
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Noah’s ark in the clouds
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set sail in the flood of my mind,
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the other animals drowned in 
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blasphemous towns
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and asked as they passed me by
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“was to do as I please a European
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 disease?”

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Winter solstice, the earth open wide
with a mouth closed and face carved 
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like stone
dressed the dawn in the air drawn 
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designs
as the sounds rose in waveforms 
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unknown
and you smile but your vampire 
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complexion still shows
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so the past goes.

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August 3rd, all the earth had 
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closed down,
so with breastplates of 
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righteousness low
searched for streams in the caves 
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underground
where the Baptists and bootleggers 
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go
when the sun hits Deer Flat your 
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reflection still shows
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and your past shows.
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It’s really all that shows
(so often unrecognizably so)

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We gave up on our dreams for 
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those projected on screens
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that had already passed me by
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with further suffering found in 
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our insufferable sounds
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and the thought in the back of my 
mind:
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“does my misery feed a 
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metaphysical need
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that’s long since passed me by,
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neither reasoning why
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nor offering reply?”