Beauty Butterfly Drove: Wall Street Verse

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The Shape of A Star: Reason for Being

When the points of a shooting star are drawn to the magnet of the imagination, heard by the ears of the soul, ripened with radiant light, ambient moisture, the shape of nothing-become-something eludes definition. The mystery of the universe is the mystery of its smallest organ, member, entity. Every moment is a birth that was conceived, preconceived, and reflected in time which has no shape but which defies shape. The shape of a star is an ornament in the sky as designed by the seer, the poet, the actor, the engineer, the artist, and whomever it is who last breathed a sigh. Always adventuring outward, the star is a migration toward the self.

I fought in A circle for Poetic Science

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Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls of Deep Oysters Imagined and Consumed with Love.

When Justice comes to Dance with Dreams, I will
not Ask, "Why so Long in Arrival?" Yet,
I grow Restless to Throw it Too Hell
in the Aftermath of Crimes and Misdeeds
Passed Over and then Remembered Again
in Alphabetic Dramas. A Sin Fin
that SLows Not nor Rests for a Minute. Dang!
I am so Obsessed with Freedom's Verses, Poems
now and Then, who can Say it? Who can Judge?
Is that the Muse who Wants Sweet, Hot, Salt, Strong
CounterTastes all Combined in a Big Nothing
at All? A Food to a Goddess who Pains
my Head with her Ceaseless Pauses and Pearls
of Deep Oysters Imagined and Love Consumed.



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