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The River's Edge
River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

Paul Clive
Mar 232 min read


Unmake Me Now
Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

Paul Clive
Oct 1, 20241 min read


Without Further Ado
All these unnecessary plateaus Every one of these I can't let goes Stop gap and pass through How I wished you'd fall for me Without...

Paul Clive
Jun 10, 20221 min read
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