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Bound to guard the simple things, but the heart is somewhere far. You can read Part 1 of this poem here “tasting knowledge…” Now the palace is my duty and my prison,I was banished by the light and Sunfrom the realm of the living peopleto the realm of silence, Moon and darkness,to the Kingdom of […]
Bound to guard the simple things, but the heart is somewhere far. “i can still see the trails…” I am the lonely guardianof this ancient Persian palace,once filled with slaves, rich men-of-honorand merchants from the shoresfaded on the map. Once a destination for the citizens and peasantsmaking way across the plainstowards a golden gate;tired necks […]
Summer camp trip. “It lives in memory brought alive again.” Empty trailsare calling me againto visit and to feelthose tiny stones scattered on the floorand the leaves are full of moistlike a washed-up living creature. The earthly texture of the stone and leafare found in many places,surrounding many citiesfor centuries at least. Yet these leaves […]
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