^{John William Boone (1864–1927) world-renowned Ragtime pianist}

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my motto for life

                      - merit, not sympathy, wins-

                                              my song against death.

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i stroke piano’s

                           eighty eight mouths. each one sings

                                        hot colors of joy

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                                                                                     pentatonic black

                                                                 keys raise up high into bliss,

                                                 born to sing my name

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                    whippoorwill, hawk, crow

                                   sing madrigals for blind men.

                    forests blooms through each note.

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                               my eyes: buried deep

                                             beneath earth’s skin. my vision

                               begins in her womb.

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                         darkness sounds like God

                                             flowering from earth's molten tomb...

                         writhed wind. chorded cries.

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rain, flower, sea, wind

           map my dark horizon. i

                                              inhale earth’s songbook

The light of a candle
               is transferred to another candle—
               spring twilight.

follow that airplane
of course I'm high   this is
an emergency

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giant Scots terrier
I thought I saw was known as
Taxicab Mountain

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brown photo   legend
"serene enjoyment" they suck
pipes bones crumbled back

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night train whistles   stars
over a nation under
mad temporal czars

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round lumps of cells grow
up to love porridge   later
become The Supremes

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lady I lost my
subway token   we must part
it's faster by air

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"but it's our world"
tiny blue hands and green arms
your thought in my room

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sweet bouzouki sound
another syntax for heads
up to the aether

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in you the in moon
its rays entwined in my mind's
hair   hangs down right in

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viewing the dragon
there they ride slim through my dream
Carpaccio's pair

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slow bloom inside you
the mnemonics of loving
incessant chatter

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far shore Ferris wheel
turning glowing humming   love
in our lit-up heads

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switch them to sleep now
the flying foxes swarm out
great   it's flurry time

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wind rain you and me
went looking for a new house
o the grass grows loud