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Patrick White
Patrick White
White Night. Unholy Solitude
Deeper Than A Dream My Imagination Has Always Seen
Looking At The Rain. Are You Looking At The Rain
I Can Feel My Physical Energies Tweaking The Words
I Fear I Haven’T Got The Voice To Speak To You
What I Have Become And Did Not Intend
You’Ve Been Gone Such A Long Time
A Grey Music Hovers Over The Town
Too Intense, Too Depressing, My Third Eye
The Words Are Merely The Performers
Bright Blue Winter Sunday In A Small Town
Watching Mirrors On A Catwalk
If It’s A True Religion, It Hasn’T Got A History
Supersymmetrical Fluctuations In My God Particle Field
Set Up For The Night, The Candle In Its Niche
Who Could Have Anticipated?
Quietly And Like A Thousand Other Times
There’s A Woman In The Doorway
Blackberries And Salmon
Jupiter Gone From The Window
Fifty Years Of Wrestling With The Dark Angel In The Way
The Catastrophic Insight
A Seance Of Sprites And Ghouls In The Cabals Of Emptiness
These Words Are Not Meant To Burn Your Smile
What An Impasse, Quiet Moment, Come To This
I’Ve Grown Old Remembering You When You Were Young
A Rock In The Current, A Skull In The River
And Should I Ask Forgiveness
Existing Nocturnally In A Covert Hole In The Dark
Mere Threads Of The Life We Once Lived
Is It In The Nature Of Life And Light
The Day With No Amibitions. Grey. Grey.
The Milky Way Leaves A Trail Of Mirrors Like A Garden Snail
Sweeter Than The Beginning Of A Delusion
The Snow Lays A White Bedsheet, A Faceless Funeral Shroud
No Joy In The Night, None Expected
Sometimes You Start Out Digging A Grave
The Night With The Personality Of An Indelible Ink Blot
The Mystery Doesn’T Come With Windows And Points Of View
Be A Fatalist But Move Your Feet, Good Chinese Advice
Always Writing In The Shadow Of An Avalanche
Accord Me A Gentle Theme
The Night That Heals The Broken Day
The Empowered Poet Gets No Sleep
I Have Seen The Stiff, Brittle Leaf
Maybe If We All Started Out
Comet In The West Just After Sunset
Spring Rain In The Small Hours Of The Morning
Sitting In The Night At My Desk
The Night Is Not A Friend
How To Speak When No Word Can Be Spoken
So Many Things I’Ve Exposed Myself To
Even Here On Earth
I Can Still See You Shining
The Snow A Silence Whiter Than Last Night
Trying To Make Peace With My Demons
Eleven Seas Of Awareness In Every Drop
What’s Beyond The Truth Always Makes A Lie
Indelible, The Saline Taste Of The Tears
I Shed Skins Like Eclipses
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