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The Poetry blog of Nicholas Alexander. Wednesday, June 3, 2015. You realise it the year unfolds and you see a 5am sunrise. The birds know as the twigs they gather have the right density. The trees know when to grow new leaves. Of course the air knows everything. We, the very youngest of things knows more than anything. Until a fat meteor smites our face. Striking off the very nose with which.
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A poet writes a blog. Friday, July 18, 2008. Was it at night the waters parted and they came in. The night you convulsed and lay on the floor? Was it drought that left you for dead, or something else. That ate from within. It is no wonder they used leaches. The need to solve problems. The need to talk about it. Before permission to act. Emergency - a place to calmly go ahead. With no regard for normality; enact the pieta. Everything is to be forgiven as the clock strikes one. They may take you. A lost ha.CONTENT
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Saturday, December 17, 2005. Lift spirits up in their stirrups. Praise the law for making it possible. For chickens and children alike. To walk over silences in the trenches. Where the fires and distant sources. Of smoke are fused with religion. Tarnish not the spine of the novel. Of life with scars of a notoriety. Out of your hands - his spirit was taken. Once by the press and now spread. Wings thinly in any medium. Box it let itself out of feels confined in artifice.
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