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Into the Font of the North Atlantic
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It Rises, the Blue Leviathan, into the starry night...
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Ashes: Once Carried, Always Carried
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Moose, Barrens and Truck
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The Gifts Never Lost or Traded...
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Pilgrims Across Barrens...
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Two Funerals
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My Father Used to Listen...
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Sanctuaries Revisited
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‘Spiritus Mundi’ in a Tidal Dream
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In the Straits, Those Mansions Passed Through Tidal Dreams...
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The Naming of Stars #1: Pegasus
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The Naming of Stars #2: Ursa Major
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The Naming of Stars #3: Leo
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The Naming of Stars #4: Capricornus
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The Naming of Stars #5: Canis Majoris
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Raven and an Abandoned Percheron, Through Tidal Memory and Dream
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Erato Writing to the Elements from a Vernal and Tidal Dream
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‘Newton’ Receives the News from the Omnipotent...
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Meditation Upon ‘The Source’
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Daily Bread and Strife, by the ‘Arches’
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Fort Amherst
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In Quidi Vidi
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Off Circular Road
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Overpass and Dry-dock
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Though They've Vanished Into Depths Unknown Their Place Is Marked By Light And Stone
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I Slump In Melancholia But Rejoice Among The Moon-Lit Elements
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Glow And After-glow Where The Gull Cries
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From the illuminated and consuming sea Death labours to retrieve and revive the long perished
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From this plowed land… and the Rock says to the Dancer I knew you in your long ago dance-by-the-sea
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Visit and Visitation: Since Antiquity I’ve Dreamt of Balance and I carry that dream upon the rough, continuous way.
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The Visitor in Re-Visitation
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St. Kevin, with patience and courage, Newfoundland caring for the birth and flight
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In the Dublin Zoo, Visit or Visitation?
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The Visitor Brings Lamps to the Speaking Stones
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and through the bronzed arch… (figure adapted from 1521)
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Let the day end, without madness
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The Boat
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Bronzed “Mower” amid the company of talkers and the Boatsman, pulling away. No proportions.
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By the Uffizi, Florence
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Basilique Notre Dame de la Garde, Marseille #3
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Basilique Notre Dame de la Garde, Marseille #1
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Grand Canal, Venice
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The Solitary: In my age, the moon alone brings the long ago Deity to its New Home
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The Solitary enters the Labyrinth of Alpha with the Vesper as his guide
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The Solitary: A constant, careful voice swirls the ground around
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The Solitary in Solitude: Harmony, Proportions and Rhythms converge in double vision
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Solitudes: The Zephyr's breath is the warm, west wind. That's how lilies and graces begin
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Solitary: In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men. The book of Job 4:13
