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Bryan Schultz
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Sixteenth Year
Sixteen year old-growth Tree tries to flower each spring: Roots still too shallow.

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Railride
An open expanse of flat, grey-mirroring water, mimicking its sky on high. A ruined shipwreck rising above the tide, grimly shallow waters to remind. Wisps of drifting fog ghost over crisping leaves, autumning in their time. The tide flat stretching broken m...

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Railride
An open expanse of flat, grey-mirroring water, mimicking its sky on high. A ruined shipwreck rising above the tide, grimly shallow waters to remind. Wisps of drifting fog ghost over crisping leaves, autumning in their time. The tidal flat stretching broken ...

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Railride
An open expanse of flat, grey-mirroring water, mimicking its sky on high. A ruined shipwreck rising above the tide, grimly shallow waters to remind. Wisps of drifting fog ghost over crisping leaves, autumning in their time. The tidal flat with its broken mu...

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Childlike / Finish
You can be child-like-I, Feeling all things tremendously. You can be deadened inside, Nothing moves you stupendously. You can seek middle-just-right, Finding extremes horrendously. You will find things catch your eye, Catching them the sole aim you'll see. ...

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Ready, Set, Wait
Sitting, Waiting, Ready to go. Hearing the rain, Possibilities beckon: Momentarily on hold.

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Beat Drop in Slamdangle
Afore headslam Dropped walkered Kneeling clash from Monkey bar-hangup Not strong enough To then string grip Dangling, rattled my Cage fell upon, Pact impounding Beat of the heart On flamed-in bones Unduly fear-entered

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Neck, Eyes, Fingers, Heart
Dangling, enchanting, catching Eye, Necklace: His. Eying, plying—trying? Shy? Nearness: Hers. Touching, nudging, brushing By: Fingers, Theirs. Wond'ring, hungry, thund'ring High, Heartbeat: Whose? Mine?

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Vera
Downforest apath slipped: Stranger I, what cross's pathed? Dimming mosqueness toe danced in, 'ad paused, full beauty-flowers to mire, To pre-friend new dualship And sweetnesses in a nature-share

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Windows on the world
In the window They did all things, Yet not a thing. I saw them there, But knew nothing, Knowing just what They were doing, Which was no good. In the night-street They moved as one, A cloud of smoke Drifting through air. Like hungry ghosts Never sated, On a ...
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