Poems of The Infinite Dream-The Anointing

No recognizable or outward differences You wish to find me alone

with elevation 

skyful chance, a Winter’s dance of stars

all gesturing downward

for my road shunned a million Kings

where the mind floods in decadence

So we are swallowed like Proust’s memories

alone and without the flowers

of God’s divining 

picture show

Let us see the beginnings of things

Winter 1993

Revised

1/1/2016

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Faith of Heart

T. Byron K.

In the stillness of this solitudedreams clinging like rain to my blood soul

I did know a caressing of invisible hands

the presence of some monster unformed

spoke, giving me reasons to pray

and finally, invariably

allowing real freedom-

fear which brings me nothing

pallid death riding like a virgin in the dark night

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rush toward the stems bloom

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We are the wellspring of ancient desire.

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we are alone until 

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burning our soul’s gestation

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Winter 1993

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6/16/2016

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Light & Shadow

T. Byron K.

Autumn & Cold 

shadows 

roaming by

duskfall. 

Forgotten

moments 

are all spun

(out)

& the Spider’s

last silks

are lost.

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