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Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight
These streets I’ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes
Quiver through the nights
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads he longest wail
Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail
Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear
This city croons to me, no other
Releasing all too soon, I’m near
To her my heart gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)
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This blog is a refugee and a survivor of the Great Tumblr Inquisition of December 17th, 2018. I am gay artist, who received training at the Rhode Island School of Design, and now, a retired high-end fine art framer living in Maryland, USA. My interests and studies in life run a wide gamut from art to history and from the scientific to the esoteric. I have been building this blog of images and texts for the last eight years. My wish is that my posts pique the interest of viewers and encourage them to experience more.
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