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From Hell With Love

There was never a poem
Or sonnet
Or song
To interweave
Such a great and terrible
Sadness
As this.
It crashes
through my dreams.
It is dread itself
And sickness
And horror.
Distilled horror
Haunts my days.
There is no way
Out
Of this hell.
And hell it is.
How many poets
I wonder
Have composed
Their words
From the bowels of despair.

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Buddha’s Hard to Paraphrase

Not during tomorrow
Or some far off hell . .
Sin’s child sits here
In our little snail shells.

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