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		<title>Revision &#8211; Autumn Leaps</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:28:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a young thrush in first flight, or unsteady lamb down mountain rock&#8230; So Nature falls from lofty heat into Autumn and her bed of sunset garlands then galloping on Aeolus&#8217;s Steeds, turns north to the slow, transfixing kisses of Frost But, falling, her clouds wreath blue horizons and aires of festival entreat ever to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a young thrush in first flight,<br />
or unsteady lamb down mountain rock&#8230;  </p>
<p>So Nature falls from lofty heat<br />
into Autumn and her bed of sunset garlands<br />
then galloping on Aeolus&#8217;s Steeds, turns<br />
north to the slow, transfixing kisses of Frost  </p>
<p>But, falling, her clouds wreath blue horizons<br />
and aires of festival entreat<br />
ever to taste her faithful bounty<br />
and beckon to free her laden vines</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; Ballpoint</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:48:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[rewinding in segments the lever gives pause for bold play in the past-times for warding off thoughts memos random to find memos rise to forget and make peace with confusion a tao of loss]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>rewinding in segments<br />
the lever gives pause<br />
for bold play in the past-times<br />
for warding off thoughts</p>
<p>memos random to find<br />
memos rise to forget<br />
and make peace with confusion<br />
a tao of loss</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; Math Dance</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>billy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Where linchpins delve and draw forth clubs; Point weaves a cypher and tacks mark finance. In their subconscious, The left hand grip scribbling, outreaches for catskills carves folds in our minds Arrest in an aria a ransom of breath. A runnel’s aphasia The press corps sits mute… Cog/wire/crypt/drake Lock compressed retinae; lids spasming, birth visions, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Where linchpins delve<br />
and draw forth clubs;<br />
Point weaves a cypher<br />
and tacks mark finance.</p>
<p>In their subconscious,<br />
The left hand grip scribbling,<br />
outreaches for catskills<br />
carves folds in our minds</p>
<p>Arrest in an aria<br />
a ransom of breath.<br />
A runnel’s aphasia<br />
The press corps sits mute…</p>
<p>Cog/wire/crypt/drake<br />
Lock compressed retinae;<br />
lids spasming, birth visions,<br />
and beg to awake</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; Trapped</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:44:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>billy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pen-tips stab and carve script thoughtless with tongues of fox-fire round my neck. and floor-boards blaze with swampgas visions all clocks perch rigid, hands held tall… Eyes all-seeing, sons of Argus and piteous spectres peek past panes but it’s no letter, or invitation; Malign jibes in soft quatrains Read like a offer from arachnids To [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pen-tips stab and carve script thoughtless<br />
with tongues of fox-fire round my neck.<br />
and floor-boards blaze with swampgas visions<br />
all clocks perch rigid, hands held tall…</p>
<p>Eyes all-seeing, sons of Argus<br />
and piteous spectres peek past panes<br />
but it’s no letter, or invitation;<br />
Malign jibes in soft quatrains<br />
Read like a offer from arachnids<br />
To sweetly mend my sweater</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; First Touch</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:43:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>billy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[tiny fingers tangle pressing spark my soul, arcs tracing lines. the laughter in her warm, soft face speaks a silent choice to mine.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>tiny fingers tangle pressing<br />
spark my soul, arcs tracing lines.<br />
the laughter in her warm, soft face<br />
speaks a silent choice to mine.</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; The Smallest Loss</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:42:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>billy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As the house burns&#8230; reluctance implodes, and each sad heart reconciles. In ashes, Love bares it’s soul intention and bravely dares to smile.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As the house burns&#8230;<br />
reluctance implodes,<br />
and each sad heart<br />
reconciles.</p>
<p>In ashes,<br />
Love bares it’s soul intention<br />
and bravely dares to smile.</p>
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		<title>Revision &#8211; Michael at Dawn</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 18:41:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>billy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Be with me, My little writer wrestle angels, daybreak waits. Lips divesting, whisper fervent snare the fool who needs no bait.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Be with me,<br />
My little writer<br />
wrestle angels, daybreak waits.<br />
Lips divesting,<br />
whisper fervent<br />
snare the fool who needs no bait.</p>
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