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Amidst the chances,

we found our very own

lighthouse, and called it

Salus, after the Roman goddess

of safety and well-being

 

The lighthouse was

indeed a protector,

both of those offshore

and us inside

 

while Sancus, god of

trust, was the coal in

our fire

and the warmth

in our bed.

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We rifle through the

borrowed cupboards

for edibles or something close,

and incredibly we find enough

to keep us for the night or

at least most

of the teacups we'll share,

and you can see...

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I saw a faery

for the first time

last night, in a cotton den

I made for my sleepless self.

He landed

weak but bright with

polluted eyes

and a thinning silver cloud

surrounding his figure

 ...

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I thought of my lights dimming daily

what falling short might do

for those who knew me

well or otherwise,

I thought perhaps if I flew away

it would be less frightful

but you can imagine

...

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I'm not so sure

I can really tell you

what I find

the matter

with me, despite wanting

to tell you everything

without delay

without a missing word

but

in all honesty,

with no reservations,

I...

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On the state line between Dakotas,

A fountain stands buried in moss,

Not one passing soul stood to notice,

The hand-scratched words of Ouranos,

"To the crystal waters of Paphos I fell,

...

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I wrote my first song

at 14, for some girl who

never deserved a word of it.



I took my old guitar

one evening to prove 

something

to this girl

outside a pizza place where

three cruel...

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I love the way

you breathe,

like the earth breaths

with you


if you were to

lose your place standing

and hit the ground at

remarkable rock-bottom,

I can totally see myself

as Peter Parker,...

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the ground beneath me

fell apart the moment she

left to board the plane.

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To my Dame in Dusty Armour,

Take the life from me before you spirit well away,

For in your absence, night is no longer our sea of games,

And day is constant bitter winter, biting...

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