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Architecture
Flatland Gifts
Lillypad
Old Pine Walls
Route 29
The Picnic
Architecture
Birth and Regulation
Breathe
Bright Light Face
Crazy Burrito
A Fence
Good Dog
Windmill
Here
I Am (By Kippie)
I Want To Dance
Lost and Found
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Native Prayer
Old Man Rythmn Nation
Schizophrenic
Shroud
Sport
The God Man
The Knapsack
The Picnic
The PlayLovers
The Shiny Shoes
To Feel God's Pleasure
UnNamed Lover
Various Waves
We Like Our Dogs
Wise Old Uncle Whoopies' Recipe Poems
Free Horizon
Growth


Infinity and forever are yet words within walls and fences.
An attempt to describe that which goes beyond description.

Yet,   words could never reach that height.
I want to tell you that your eyes are emeralds
that attract like magnets, and your hands
hold a sense of grace that go beyond words.

Words that I can only use in a clumsy fashion,
to celebrate how beautiful you are.

If I had the strength, I would shut up.
Shut up, and allow you to be.
So please, know that my silence is the best way
for me to tell you how beautiful you are to me.