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I Am Santo

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We couldn’t nail the symmetry, not exactly anyone, but close enough to win at horseshoes, and the whole thing feels like a hand grenade gone off. My limbs remain intact, but the hole blown through my chest is evidence I didn’t survive the blast. It was close enough to kill me still, this decade’s march […]

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The clouds in the puddle. The sky if your mind. I’d give you everything, have given so much, but it’s not enough. I tripped, fell flat on my face and saw the blood of my mistake spray across the finest dreams, tearing them from Heaven like discarded mobile toys; uncared for – under appreciated. And […]

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My spirit exposed, a pin-hole camera recording the subtle striations left in mid morning’s wake. Rays of beauty too slight for periphery sorrow, only unflinching hard attention – rebuked affection and a dilated heart. Can you see it? The smallest hint we’re at play in a miracle? Does it matter when you’re off in pursuit […]

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Hang on. There will be harsh wind and cruel rain. Hang on because letting go will fade us like sun-stained newsprint, our story lost. Cling to me. Show nature your tenacity and weather each graceless intrusion, a sky crowded by the rolling cotton of mistakes, of misunderstanding’s webs clotting all progress, trapping joy in thunderclaps. […]

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Beat this riot of turbulent discord, shorting wires in the puddles of a Main Street where the huddled parade. Claxon earnestness screams for justice, yet hands fail balance and the rigors of responsibility cause soul tremble; edgy mornings that arrive as brilliant floods. Drowning, hands clutch a fist full of hardship, throat choking on the […]

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The eagerness is to protect; track and kill whichever threat crosses any pane. Wild eyes search hungrily, expectantly, and the days saunter past the hunt with a brand of tremulous rhythm misspent on correction. Let them be free, one wonders? Windows cast like a lightbox, and stares flex against intrusion, animal instincts a strike away […]

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She dips low, beauty ducking from view with flare and golden offerings, and the world sinks into the cold waters of shadow. All things fade from her light. Though she gifts everything life, it all recedes from her as rot and wilt. Were it only possible to keep her shine on failing skin and mind. […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Ghosts don’t travel in sunlight, but there they were, translucent and shimmering outside the gathering storm, souls reaching from a fiery heart fleeing discord. Even the impending torrential storm won’t quell this blaze. Gathering in the chest, ducking behind a rib, huddled into itself, the restless spirits will continue to nip at the heels of […]

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]

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