Category: Volume XI: To Where It All Began


  • The Shadow of God
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    The Shadow of God

    Still can I look the sky in the eye,& Speak God “O God I know;You cannot turn to me now, & lo,To find me, then, about to die —About to Lose my Flux and Flow;About to lose my wherefore & why.But if you will, I shall not, though;I shall not seek, nor I’ll comply.Yet need […]

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  • Confession
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    Confession

    I have a thing for keeping things;for holding on,for knowing not,when songs should no longer be sung…I have a thing for keeping things,For aging — trying to stay young,& though I know I’ve had my lot,I still cling on,I have a thing for keeping things…for holding on,for knowing not,how to move on —how to wrong […]

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  • The Midwife
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    The Midwife

    There has been a God unknown, a Man disowned,A saint withdrawn, A sinner stoned,A newly-born, Life does untuck,through the weights of inexpression;Timeless shackles of recession,and deeming doom in every luck,The midwife’s sin remains misatoned;One Life…unendingly postponed…

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  • Dismay is Godsend…
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    Dismay is Godsend…

    Going by, day by day;each, inescapably, does end.I meet that bittersweet dismay,& shake despondency — my friend,For I’m a man of dust & clay.Of shattered dreams & hopes misspent.Of hoping, dreaming, must I pay,or of my limits stay contend,But choose I pave my frontiers way,& choose I break yet to transcend.For much as ache they […]

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