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There is more to morning than coffee

When nothing about me is beautiful anymore

Slowly searching in the sea of life, The sound of birth echoes within me that night; I search for passion,

I heard you cried When the yearling died All that money lost And precious time. The deal you made With

Before our opinions, you were as confident and brash as I was tentative and timid.

As the coal train screeches by,

I think of the dust

from which they died,

their oxygen tanks

only a palliative,

their suffocation

normal and expected,

the inherent risk of a

transitory prosperity.

A Whimsical Ode to Missing Animals Everywhere Hello, I am Felix golly gee Heaven is oh so heavenly my soul

Couldn’t remember the day he was born So he couldn’t blame others for not knowing Except there weren’t any others

One day, out of somewhere, someone like you, Over the rainbow, a whiter shade of pale, at last, A Wigan

no one is born in the temple who gives birth to the temple with his mouth? who gives birth to