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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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May 16, 2025  

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Resurgence

Though by day the angels dance
in time's relentless thrust,
a random night of fog and frost
disturbs what happened once.

The buried moon uplifts again
through dormant depths of weight;
from tender wounds of waking pain
the sleeping hurts reverberate:

a gauze of lips, the breath of stars, 
a mist of sacred thorns -
I ache with ancient scars,
I flame from timeless burns.



 
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