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Wednesday, April 5, 2017
A Warning
A Warning
Some wait
for the living ripples
to return
from across time,
but their intensity
becomes lost
beneath the wind blown breakers
after too many reflections.
-Robert L. Jackson III
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Transparent Desires
Transparent Desires
On this finite journey
is any energy left
to generate the heat
that will melt
our fissures together
and repair holes
in the filtering gut
while burning skin
to a crisp crust,
brittle to life's waves
of electrons
and photons,
transversing our boundaries,
as if we were glass,
to heat our core,
to boiling magma,
soft and malleable,
just below
the soles of tourists.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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