The Night Has Eyes

In back of the bread is the flour,

and our living is attune.

In the back of the flour is the mill,

It is not a meager scrap.

I see the familiar mind as cold

charity, and it leaves all to soil the

heart.

The day has but one eye, and a long-

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Heat

My feet are wandering way too far,

And I have to make a stand,

Aimless down a whittled path

With a railing hand.

The road may be a narrow street

Under the sun's reddish face,

As I sow the fair white seeds,

It presses close in a heated embrace.

Awareness

In all the universe, do I have a place?

For the grass grows high and green

i know today what my wounds are,

What I think or believe I've seen.

Tied to the wheel of work,

And then to my own sorrow

What to me the glory of a song

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I was flung into the dust;

From my strength of hands and bone,

To be a rare collage

And a prairie field yet unblown.

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