Theres two-faced Janus,
see, his forward-looking face
peers blindly into mid-winter gloom.
Please! Dont look back,
we cant get trapped in
his tangles of hindsight.
No blade exists thats sharp
enough to hack a pathway through.
Its the blind future we need
to converse with. Listen to
its riddling prophecies. My hand
rests on your cheek. Though
I can scarcely reassure you,
I still have love to spare.
Let me squander all of it on you.













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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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"You can't cloud my vision cause your seethrough" (Sound is Vibration, Atmosphere)
Thinking Independently since 4/18/90, M.L. Gaynor
I'm going to catch up with your gallery. There's always room in the universe for twelve more poems!
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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