Night

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Soon
the night
will swallow
the fading hues
turning monotone.
Frogs croak and crickets chirp,
intoning the world of shade
to rule under the starry dome.
Black extends into oblivion.

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March

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Horns do not blare in the first day bluster
when zombie leaves swarm away from birthright.
Popping Cornuum announce the early bleats
prior the roars, trouncing the stock breastwork.
The Worm Moon glows behind flocks of witch clouds;
crow-shine dance—nightcrawlers flow from caverns:
sacrifice.  Woodwind; hoofbeat aft the curtain
rising, the steeds blaze from the underworld.

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THE meek

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Fury cavorts like river dancers
raging like fire or whitecaps: the tips
bullwhip crack, erasing graph edges.
The spleen, full of purple blood, pulses;
the liver floods the ducts with black bile;
and the heart breaks, for the defenseless.
Magma percolates under the crust,
explosive din of ancient belief,
thinking that volume overpowers
justice; however, the meek gain numbers
and sponsors exponential, for progress
into starshine that banishes shadow;

the meek will—finally—inherit the Earth.

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