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Random Poem:

Ghosts of Rilke
Ananke

Ghosts of Rilke
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I.
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My companion knew that method,
 3
(products all having character
 4
which slowly silences the mass loneliness)
 5
 
 
“These hearts aren’t machines anymore.
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They can silently become the next generation.”
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When a heartbroken star steps into silence
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Three women will sluggishly die
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And give a town of brewing mouths
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full rancid gossip.
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Outside, snow. Inside, laughing
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through immense plastic industrial corridors
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while drifts blanket sound in.
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When I grow old
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I’ll abandon my orchards,
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Fire tongues fill with gray ash
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until falling won’t still bring death,
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But begin our walking
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toward unknowable noises together.
 20
 
 
II.
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I’m pressed thin to where
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scarce on faith,
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on time,
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no inheritors are fleeing.
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These infinite waters, growing…
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I am to break but forgot
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the judgments I’ve read.
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Ashen poverty, street faces
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You despise me.
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One boy, chocolate brown eyes-
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he wants, steals figs, fruit juices.
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You discovered his song was your own.
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It reaches your cancer,
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one hundred years and alone,
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and remains through mad thoughts
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rivers in night
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We want what long trials and
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rivers and years (more lifetimes)
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don’t give- groping, grasping
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because under something
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we sometimes find
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subtlety as it growls.
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III.
 44
 
 
Her wrinkled hands breathe life,
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blow dust away, laughing at death’s
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tall skinny framework.
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The years are passing.
 48
A yearling grows with
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what happens through lifetimes,
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yet hopelessly starving,
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thinned old books of nature’s hand.
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Squaw makes the herd run
 53
away that once fell
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beneath rising and castle like mountains
 55
 
 
Morning’s light.
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We saw images of things she loved with ease
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and wants to love still
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and she began to die.
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