more important than the water on your boots and the schools of hungry fish beneath is the anglers echo It is the essence of conservation when the dry fly lands, silently and dances naturally by mending line perfectly and slips slowly into that pool that pool you know better than you now anything on dry…
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Im a sick degenerate gambler Have been at the table for years Winning streak I watch the dealers sordid eyes But I risk it all again Loss is one hand away and the house always wins in the end
I was merely ore Dug from a valley of oil and stimuli Ore of a “privileged” metal Though somehow in weak demand My value falling before my eyes Sifted and sieved by judgement Small pieces of me mixing with pieces of others The dust of me colliding with circumstance We all begin as ore…
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I AM the Road Ancient and worn With different colored masks they come I AM the road of Davids star The road built by Pharaoh The road of the Armenians They come to me weary and without a voice Confused and abandoned by the world The road of the kulaks Or the Yezidis Paved…
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Do you run? Do you run through the night? Not in groups with spandex but Under the stain of the sour moonlight Where the trees become monsters metaphorically I run from the serpent Despite my speed he is always underfoot His black skin dull under the streetlight Are you a Lycan like me? This…
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