Poetry Collection.

"The Distance Is but a Graze."

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How do I go? There are so many ways
to think it. There upon the mindful cliff fall—
the distance is but a graze.

'Round that sallow crest ridge, belays,
so that I may breathlessly imagine it all:
How do I go? There are so many ways.

There is a lovely stranger the mirror craves
just as the same capgras will call
The distance is but a graze.

Darling, nevermore the heartbeat portrays
a petal lung. Wondering—it has always been made begall—
How do I go? There are so many ways.

There is a sweetly breeze of shaking malaise
that carries the light down the ocean spall;
The distance is but a graze.

The hilt is near; on drag the mudden days
until I lay down in whiskey. In drunken dreams I recall:
How do I go? There are so many ways . . .
The distance is but a graze.

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(June 19th, 2024.)