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It\'s All One Thing (or Jello and Cake)
I love to throw that phrase, it's all one thing, about. I'm such a simple being I feel compelled to try to reduce the enormity of the universe to a single phrase or concept so I can just say the one thing that would imply the rest of existence or jus...
A Crown Of Sonnetts
(Dedicated to she whom only adoration is worthy.)As,if this life should be called my own,if a man is but on an anvil, turned,to true, to temper, to trust as the stonebeneath the loving father's step has earnedthe burdens of present and of future,if t...
Abstract Building
In every town there is an abstract building, usually labeled as such. I remember remarking on that as a boy (to my best friend),"What could be less abstract than a building? It that where they keep abstractions? If I enter there, does reality become ...
As, I Who Would Speak
As,if this life should be called my own,if a man is but on an anvil, turned,to true, to temper, to trust as the stonebeneath the loving father's step has earnedthe burdens of present and of future,if the life of a man and of his godare meant to find ...
My Blessed Love
That you were within me, but not yet mineto touch as all the world is before mysenses in its glory, is to defineyou to the world beyond my eyecan see alone. That you are so fullybefore me, around me, that all is true,speaks the hushed whisper of divi...
At That Hour
The soul of me, for you, for the world;What else have I to give, what have I gainedfrom my life that is mine unless unfurledto the storm of time, then battered and strainedagainst the tether of attachment? Testbecomes testament beyond the powerof wo...

