oh, how the posthumous flower blooms.A Poem by h d e rushinfor shmoke-sifted-heftlanderNever seen the Pacific or under the stola of Lady liberty. Never seen a book of poetry in dedication to a fallen poet. Never. Never once a Star Wars movie. Too proper I guess too educated to sense that perhaps a love story hides inself in the individual complexity of nature. That what is outer is now inner, as hurt rectified again. But truth be told, death is the excellence of its kind/ the jurisdiction of lying down and resting. And hell knows no fury than a poet keeping quiet/ hder
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