Author: Richard J Tilley
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Labors Distraught Minus Parity
We’re touching snowcaps Standing on the ground We are elevated in delusions I walk the heights of my motions in the sea Where little tadpoles somehow drowned I was thereafter...
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The True Story of the Knocking on the Door
It’s the sound you’ve heard before One part of a song hidden within another You’ve tried to call it out, But no one is listening Not the knocking at the...
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Humility Cornering Me
Humility is a breach of trust, Though some unwritten god whispers to me That it is a mandatory persuasion. I am so terrified by its precepts And the poverty that...
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Dreams are the Diminishing Clay of Creation
We lose ourselves in dreams, As with clay, we are (re)formed Into absolute components, and Absolute opponents – for the desire Of escape: from the class we Were formed into,...
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Medal for Proposed Laundry
This is the last formidable dance To hear the calling of your corners However grateful or wind chilled The bracing of human wisdom Slides from the prison walls And implied...
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Memories are not unlike incisors
Yes, you’ve forgotten where your Dormant sands quake that Lead to an arrest of persuasion, But you did not forget her teeth Nibbling at your courage Like the depths of...
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Moon as Witness
The moon and the stars Are witnesses against us Seeing every atrocity All the travesties and heartbreak And they will not be censored In the witness chair They will not...
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Of Frostbitten Summer
Sacred waves of broken letters This is the gift beyond the sea Of seismology of tranquil Reports of fires of bequeathed Individual letters of concern An alphabet of terrors That...
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Attentive Living
Living, as it is called, is for those Who cannot face the facts There is a determined wind Moving against all sides Of bow-ways and short-ways Stunned in tidy equations...
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When God Cries Tears of Grass
For all the questions I can’t ask God cuts me with a blade of grass I imitate turmoil God imitates interest But there are no dollar signs in my doorway...