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Monthly Archives: August 2008

in the mirror of being

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

in the mirror of being
by tanner brockwell
in the mirror of being
nickel gleam
and art is great and timeless
just say yes — yes
tiny as an echo
glancing up to see
there in a marble hall
gown swept gown by
windings say the steps steep
stepping to pass
for steps away and deep
all majesty and pomp
for heartbeats quiet
whispering ran
quiet as the soft sand
quiet as [...]

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what object of man

Monday, August 4, 2008

what object of man
by tanner brockwell
what object of man
it takes
it bakes
the silver stars yet
yet have they kissed the land
forever is never
and never is a long long time
lost threads
well read
into the loose ends
that slip
perchance a hit
or missed
upon the shores of deadly night
there is a pattern
so so unique
it is a pattering
rain against a tin roof serenade
and rest [...]

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