Author: Richard J Tilley
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A Song of Statutes
If you reveal yourself to the world The world will reveal itself to you. Those without are closer to within. It is better to have nothing And to be locked...
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A Morning with God – the Woman King
I anticipated seeing God and She was there She knew I wanted to see her, reading my thoughts She showed Herself to me, closely, as an figure in a dress...
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Grocery aisle on fire
She sings of the lost past In the distant halls of cups of frowning services Like a ditch made of fire and tweezers Too dedicated to be bold Too in...
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Subaltern Banquet
Singing strangers on the subaltern coast bring medicine and cosmetics to the fire for Tuesday among rashes and roses like taken down portraits to make room for the memories of...
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There Are No Partial Creatures Here
I believe in measuring rods Tokens of apprehension to the solidified course Foregoing the conclusion, that a bet must be made In order to meet the master in his private...
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In the water
The secret to governance is the water God will not intervene on our behalf In the water, if the water, with the water Centralized all other life will fall into...
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Pillagers forever In tomorrows
stern undershrubs vacant hall parameters provenance of docile witnesses stolen land images She makes it to the early dawn only to find blight to stand upon
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Tube Fountains in Steward Rivers Beyond Old World Fisheries
functus officio and making profit like stewards for check valve reflexes and grocery lines waiting to check out of other worlds dreaming slow about the next day’s events like a...
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This stanza is sunken
Property and lost wages on a bet about federations in forms of gas and four fires and stoves without iron An hepatic Sophocles with mustard on his collar and two...
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Too many counted horses
Too many counted horses for this trip the pretense of a vacation only intended to prolong our mutual dissatisfaction in the agreed upon masked oil companies and inflated glimmers in...