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I am making in a quiet way
No podium, no public speech,
No bone to pick, no profile pic.
I am making very quietly
Beams of Burning White
My Cursed Raven
This raven perched
upon my brain,
Sitting, picking yet again,
That does enough to spoil my day,
That does all to push me insane.
Knowing Me, Knowing No-One
It’s hard to be known,
Known for your skills and feats,
When all the while they don’t know
What is the real you.
What if these folk woke up
from the medium of paint
Clueless as to why
they had gathered here,
I'll write my way to heaven
I’ll write my way to heaven,
Of everything that steals my heart,
My pen will flow upon an endless page,
For writing is my art.
I can see my whole life from here,
The charcoal outline of the trees,
The faded shading of lines beneath his eyes.
Four different shades of blue are reflected in eyes that long to be brown.
Azay le Azay
Le Rideau le Rideau
The elegance of the water gleaming at me
Grants me the vision of a place so unlike the earth that lies before me
With bulb and with soil, enrich this dear soul
Sunlight spray this earth, bringing sprout to fore
Let life to this body, to tend thee to chore
To glow and rise in this bedded pot-hole
Drifting in my head
through this natural puzzle
as I float out on the water