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Till the Shadow-Woman Comes We pay our homage to this nightly hag Her mottled flesh and ragged hair do bind and twist Such cinder-bearing eyes will burn erstwise ever glaring Beneath the porcelain inlay called Her face transfixed We keep our lights on lest we fear what we choose not to see But when we see that nothing in the corner staring back T'is death quite duly lain upon our thrumming hearts! We bolt all open portals shut with iron bar and steely hand We lay our heads to rest upon this toothy grave Fear will seep like fetid ooze will creep and crawl down deep Blood does not quench Her, flesh will not sate Her Oh, shadow-woman

Our Song Like rope, you work to pull your weight, As stone you bear such burdens, great, My lover how the tides you turn! And what ephemeral hungers you do sate! Like truth you ford a bridge to burn, In joy you inspire those to yearn, For glimpses within the lives you link, A trip, you follow, just to return! You needn't fear to merely blink, This world won't tumble beneath the brink, In darkness you should boldly tread, While hand in hand into night we sink. The citrine glow of signs ahead, 'No Vacancy' their flagrant words had read, Onward we travel, circumnavigate, Our feet, unswerving, into this darkness led.

His New Look A heart still beats, a pulse to race, Lenses clear, to frame a face, An arm will reach, when I draw near, A glance will cast, so listen here: A word will burn, the sky ablaze, My spirits lifting, too high to raise, Fingers touching, our smile's too, Such kindly eyes pierce me through.

In These Worlds In the worlds of black and white, A single star does stay, Blinding in the sharp contrast, A dazzling overlay. In the worlds of green and blue, The tears will never flow, Drifting on from a distant past, Those ancient hurts will never show. In the worlds of orange and red, The heart still beats away, Longing for some hope too vast, Some romantic left to sway. In the world of indigo, The light skitters on askew, Sharpening a lulled repast, And slanting at the view. In the world of hopeless gray, The world is perched on edge, Lingering in silent fast, Forsworn some lofty pledge. In the world where I exist,

Worship to the Temple of Nightly Pleasures In misty depths the darkest pale does shine, Ungifted stretches of lapsing time compress, As freer things explode beginning endings. Clasp these pin-pricks to this Cheshire veil, No mighty strength will see this endeavor through, Devouring night in a citrus glow of unhandled cold. Fingers of the river stretch far across the banking roads, Seeking out in pantomime of the heaven's upper reaches, Guiding light back to the sun at dawn. A muted shift to lighter hearts is needed, To watch these bodies none-to-heavenly sway in wanted music, A blind and groping search for things unknown. Grant t

Paper Flower Guided by a rule and measure, Nothing like its other kin, Frowned upon in guilt, displeasure, Straining fibers wearing thin. Having colors of miserly hue, It stands abreast in the lonely sill, Sobbing till its face turns blue, Disheartened weeping turns to thrill. A single color, azure tint, Came to call, sat to rest, Stayed and stopped an idle stint, The paper flower feeling blessed. The moon did rise, his face aglow, His tallow wisps began to dip, As wax, a candle, the color flow, To land upon that paper strip. In the dawn the sun had stirred, The fervid crimson flying fast, As if to find the flower, spurred,

Vivification You are the enchanted song at the birth of creation, The first warmth of the original flame, You bring the sleep of blissful sedation, A primal will no one dares to tame. Keeping the pace of the wild moonsphere, Shimmering in some quiet anticipation, Your name is all I hope to hear, Syllables that shudder with elation. Dredged up from blueish fathoms long kept silent-still, Lend those discovered things to my straining ear, As neon bolts of lightning give us thrill, The polar claps of thunder driving near. Your merest presence gives reality a name, A ripple back to forth from wat'ry trill, In the legends of all hist