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2009
rising before the sun runs
on tracks
to the highest point in the sky.
high.
high enough to hover
like the memory of a lover.
high.
but now still asleep over the lip
of the illusory plain of our world.
so I labour in darkness.
which is fine, I guess.
the press of other people's needs
not urgent or even relevant.
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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