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I. Father
Was I so terrible
you
preferred to speak
to me with
your fists, to
hold me in your cold, blue gaze? Was
I so terrible? Was
I your son? II. Threnody
You
laugh at this notion: of tongue, balled & peened. I
stood the iron mace of
your words: blue, black, brick-upon-brick,
spade lifting
dirt, eyes averted--- &
returned: a
smile, head full of teeth: annihilation. My
calling. III. Hsien (Wooing)
The
bottle laid down, again. Forever, a long bargain. ~ Kneeling
on hardwood beside
pale rice paper, brush
in hand, The
Invisible guides each stroke. ~ O,
my Sage, consider this: so
much of thought is hope:
sump, brown study. The leaves outside my window, swirling cyclones. ~ I evaporate.
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