What can better trip word and word-player 

if not the eloquence of silence 
and the obdurate heart?

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Isn't it when you see the beloved's eyes
as sunset and dust
that you really know
how deep in shit
you really are?

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When the earth sleeps gently over certain hearts 

is it as payment 

for services rendered?

And when the earth erupts in flower, fire or melody, 
is it because certain hearts are 
too rebellious to die?

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When the poet decides to go silent, 

isn't that when he is at his eloquent best; 

didn't the artist release 

the most magical configurations of colour 

the day she retired 

easel and brush?

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Were you aware, 

perhaps in a sacred moment of 

intoxication, 

that an evil guard 

imprisons us by the 

winding of clocks?

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When you and I disappeared into us, 

did we become one with the universe, 

did we absent ourselves from relevance?

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When the mountain asked the river, 

'What did you do to my children?' 

did the river reply, 

'I took them to their grandparents' ?

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