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Avant-Guarde Political Poem |
| Shadow on My Mind Trumpets conjure birds to spiritland Insistent, I worship heaven Temporary happens here I praise god So alive My sun rose tall Camera clicks sound like poetry My photographs so sweet Sweet princess gone Luckily, my eyes have seen love Flying boy support all I speak my stream of praise Edge of heaven Salty movement of my eyes Bronze eyelid nested Oceans dropped around me Click My eyes blink Click My eyes blink Click My eyes blink my poetry What sounds see I image god Continuous moment see eternals Blind tempts my eyes Sunny open pattern Write poetry on my open eyes Cold I see Cold I see Cold I see love Goodbye sweet princess I damned god Disciplined boy derived My tall moment wouldn’t speak Choose visible voice I could have seen all Choose not after I can’t see Click Birds nested on my eyes Camera snap Only photographs write my image in moonlight As the so if see only with Came not us my voice at the My breath goes cold My breath goes cold |