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2009,
abstra,
Nazarite
touching the moment
then pulling away
nothing to cling to
nothing more to say
but that we are chaos
and born to be lost
counting the moments
and counting the cost
of
touching the moment
then pulling away
kisses for karma
the clocks melt away
listening for omens
in words that we spill
spread like sacrifice
ripe for a kill
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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