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Excerpts from "early rising"
by J.B. Pick



The runner


Intent and with a lively gait
He runs and cannot bear to wait;
The fiend he flees rides on his back
Yet freedom's on the running track.



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The Expedition


Through every hazard we have fought our way
And now in glory it is medal day.
We must not let the fearful knowledge show:
This is the place we swore we would not go.



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The road


The road lies where it is.
Journeys are its food.
Our rushing energies
Enrich its snake-blood.



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Father and Mother


A thin wind in a deaf ear:
"Faint music, Father."
"Deny such sorrow; music has a form."
Mother speaks in shadows,
Stories without words.



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Time is a wave of thought,
Moving stone ships, stone music.
Flesh is stronger, being soft,
Renewing failure with such gentle fire.



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Entities of evening gently burn,
Chameleon ghosts on colours with no name;
One cloud to absolute nowhere lays faint claim;
Bats like worries flicker and return.
Although the promised messages won't come,
Ambiguous stillness seems to say "Begin!"



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