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2/11/2019

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...I conceived myself
on a Full Moon Night,
between the Summits
of the Alpine peeks
and
the Lakes of Reflected Light

...the Bell struck ONE

                                 ...Toffears
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...25

2/10/2019

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...there is no Silence in this Hour
and I do not know where it comes from

The windows are open,
but for a Western breeze

                                                  ...Toffears
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...18

2/3/2019

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...there was a voice in the Night Cloud,
far beyond the church.

We waited for Her answer.
We waited, then left.

Through the crowd,
words were lost among the clutter and calls from sellers and beggars.

The bells rang beneath the weather
and we parted, as we came,
still in search for an answer.

...there was a voice in the Night Cloud,
far beyond the church.
For an answer
We had waited.

Then, she left.




                                                                                                        ...Toffears


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...14

1/30/2019

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...there is no escpae,
no freedom of action,
unless be my will.

Tell me the truth
and I shall make it mine

                         ...Toffears
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...13

1/29/2019

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...a desolate landscape
but for crumbling structures
of what was once to be.
...a raod where names are stolen.

                                       ...Toffears

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1/27/2019

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...as fleeting as we are,
gone to all the same,
oblivious
but for these footstep
oh, so soon washed away

                        ...Toffears

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...8

1/24/2019

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...incandescent movement,
by wind as force, it flows:
Come onto these waters,
Come upon these shores,
hitting the walls only to break them

                                        ...Toffears


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...7

1/23/2019

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...there is but dust and echo
in the memory-wind.
How can one have such dreams
and hope to sleep again?
   
                                    ...Toffears

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...4

1/18/2019

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...I will not cross the river
and carry the weight upon my shoulders,
said the Bridge Keeper to the young pretender.

The roads to the city
have no horizon,
and its streets are covered with litter.
I'd rather stay indoors
and watch the weather.

For there is such a day
in a man's life,
said the Bridge Keeper to the young pretender,
where we recognise you for what you are.

No war is worthy of your name.
No war is worthy of your name.

                                                           ...Toffears
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