Picture cards

Some other time the alphabet would get in the way of what I really want to say. It’s making a prisoner of the abstract, the reflex thought, the mirror caught in a reflective mood. Like echoes off the walls my shadow calls to me, garbled A’s and B’s and C’s he’s just like me my…

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The disciple

It is the knowing right from wrong and how long it takes to make the distinction. When you walk in dead men’s shoes losing track of time what was and no longer is becomes forever mine. I only touch on truths by chance they usually stay well hidden, but when I set my mast to…

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