reciprocity

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meows simple cynicism

cyn·i·cism (s n -s z m). n. 1. An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others:

others lack love, sad

others lack time, self-inflicted

others lack wit, dimmed

triangle creates shape that 2 lines cannot

singular line stretches infinitely

curve causes tears at such beauty

she was beyond

circle broken by recognition of

tragedy

heavenly

ah, how to proceed

break of day dawning

causes new light

filtering, still in the land

of the free

watching

when the day comes faster than the night

when the footsteps, so soft, leave no evidence of touch

when the hollow of sleep is fragmented and dispersed

when the quickening membrane releases

when the moments of truth become sarcastic and dry

when coyness shirks to protect itself

when sincerity leaves from the pounding of false

when the purpose of love is forgotten

when the effort culminates a lack

when what is fair no longer applies

when the haze of everyone muddles

where all hope has gone out of their eyes

l'achim

testing

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anatomy of compliance and non reparation of days unending night where the light of illumination is scant

headily twisting images and sound to convulse in deluge of happening; afflicted masses sit in sterile acquiescence unsatiated by the next feed of irrelevant vainings

happiness sits as a pearl washed clear of oyster slim from the drudge of man's excesses

close focused soft spoken rattling of the free

evidence

tiny creepers

scare me none

as I do sleep

when day is

done

and run against

the mark

that makes

toughened skin

like the womb

that breaks

stretching clear

not fear a foil

for I hold much

anointed oil

strength and judgment

rest with me

as I sit amidst

an olive tree

ash ayelo blue

Trailing me

or rather

my searchings reach

ever teaching of

gleaning

gold

I hold silent thoughts

of endless notes

that float only

near the sound

of hidden whispers

embedded codes

I battle

singular stretching

convalescing against

the grain

ever sanding

against the coarseness

daily fences must

hurdle pain

I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised

quite living

ever giving

grateful grope

of hope's strong

hand

plans of man

wary

cautious watching

ticking time

as enemies

band

evil lurkers

green with empty

watch the stalk

in stretch

toward

stand

The Day Star

in darkest night

when the light seems far from view,

the indwelt tabernacle binds

and finds the faith

pure grace

from the Day Star

coming through