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	<title>Hunger</title>
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		<title>better to be hungry</title>
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the path is narrow
where the deer pass
in cool twilight

unarmed, we follow,
not to catch them - 
to adore them - to know
what it means 
to go on

perhaps

it is better to be hungry
than to wonder
is this the way

forward? 



 

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		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Lost along the weigh</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:17:41 GMT</pubDate>
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		<description>    We should stop wanting this;  pretended point of reference,  we don't/can't share.  With hunger, love spoons round  diverging lines.      Last night's  miscalculated sum,  thoughtlessly tossed in the air  by intimate euphoria,  costing the life  of some unnamed road,  which I must now  rename and move.     My eyes   survey each horizon's   heartless spine,  I hear/think birds   that fly from me,   by estimated latitudes,  wings opening   dark maps imprecisely,   like an empty hand.     There are no marks   made to misdirect  your passion's kiss,  just dark boundarys, sketchings  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 08:42:35 GMT</pubDate>
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