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Psalm 42

Psalm 42 Tears trickle as your bearded face smiles fondly down upon me – My heart opens like a single red rose – We are Icon – You are beauty, elegance and grace; but much, much, more – You are…

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Psalm 41

Psalm 41 shudder by daily shudder, the fissures spread across the ever-loosening blocks of my failing house, yet not house but swan, the royal white swan descending in awkward dignity, to settle tranquil on the dark pool of my days…

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Psalm 40

Psalm 40 you weave forgotten threads, those I casually brush aside (as if they were the burden of some other) with your own particular thread; deeper & more passionate than memory which you pull, like serpents, from the mystery of…

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Psalm 39

Psalm 39 Through longing fierce; yet passion constrained, immortality’s child takes form – For instinct tamed is Spirit’s gain & the soul in its joy flies free – In the flame & the flood, from the swan and the dove,…

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Psalm 38

Psalm 38 i am i & Thou art Thou; yet, breath by breath we breathe as one – We are Commonwealth: You, drawn like a salmon to the well of my dissolution Ignite such passionate articulation that i tumble, like…

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Psalm 37

Psalm 37 When Frank and I played Christmas in the Heart We just laughed & laughed A couple of old hippies Listening to Moreporks On the West Coast – Something about Dylan Crooning Jingle Bells Made infinite sense While down…

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Psalm 36

Psalm 36 Red bra You are the delectable tease You’ve stolen all my pyjamas You’re so fucking scary You lick me sane Why, why, why, I cry Why you and not some other name Because, you drool I am the…

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Psalm 35

Psalm 35 And I stand at the door and shout And I knock at the door and weep And I name my heart evangelist And I name my heart insane And I stand at the door and knock And I…

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Psalm 34

Psalm 34 I name it shock My very first fly rod Lost in the river Where details are important & I never saw it coming Where nothing can save me When I stand in the river It’s a Fenwick Backpacker…

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Psalm 33

Psalm 33 No one tells you the path to the heart It’s not that no one knows – but it’s your heart Let me tell you about the day I stood between guardians – The first I call original snake.…

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