is there such a thing as “the ugly truth”
or is truth, no matter how hard —
no matter how painful —
no matter how hard we wish it were not so —
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vanquished is the lonely night
look, light has broken
on the darkened world
vanished is the lonely night —
eternity dawns
eternal and finite
Jehovah, how can
One so great become so small?
Yahweh, a baby?
everything — and us
poor, his bed is not
even his to claim
at least in human reck’ning
could this be the one
ev’ry soul longs for?
eternity sleeps
here on a hay bed
open eyes shine black
peering from a tiny face
even still womb-wet
spaces
what fills the spaces in between?
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borrowed fields
this, and my dreams, are all i bring
for i, being poor, know naught else to do
meaning no more
here is a poem
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words that do not exist
what does your voice sound like?
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Glück
Glück, hab’ ich gesagt
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