Monk in the City
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Long ago,
Man would say
‘Crane birds don’t dance’
Laden heavied
In its great lake
filled to its beak
with pride
unbeknownst,
to the living legends
of neighboring
rivers, estuaries
and tides.
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There lies ahead
on this road,
miles of savage reality.
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And here I was
the one who mistook
the open roads
for freedom.
And here I was
the one who thought
words
moved people.
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It is said
that at dawn
the dew rises
To paint the roads black.
And by
evening’s slumber
the bloody revolution
would have
reimagined those back roads
once more.
Monastery
It had no danger,
It had no song,
so be it in which
I find calm.
ye ‘Ole castle of stone walls,
filled with the music
of a whimsical wrong,
dine me tonight
from the hour for which
the bell rings throng.
On from which,
the challenge befits -
a burden of virtue
and rit.
