Arrow for an American
Not mine the deep point piercing through the hour,
poetry
Sentience
Listen, ear, to racing way and tempest,
Presence
Here, in the presence
Aftermath
I do not greatly care,
Green Grows Life
Green glows life and breath breathless
Adolescence
A platinum sword, blanketed in felt, lay
Poem
Self absorbed in self
Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
Sweet, had I lived with Herrick and Carewe
Is equals Id
He fled into the crowd
"He arose and leaned on the sky"
I broke through to the cave
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