gone stoic in silence: ash and smoke and the wide sunk mud-iron landscape of forever

You knew I was a rattlesnake when you picked me up	Nothing could be close to quite like this	Dream of flowers in dustbins	Daydreaming on a lazy Sunday afternoon
Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened.	Left with his secrets, his picture and silence	My withdrawal into myself	15 years old
down under stars coming up, we are home again	You can't see a man die hundreds of times and not think him immortal	I could hear her thoughts	more than ashes
Ethical absolutes	Ashes of Time	Life in the American business world	Terra Irridenta
Stoic	Adiaphora	November 17, 2000	muscle spasm
ducks prefer chapatis	Underneath the smoke in the room	Clouds drifting in front of the half full moon	Andrea's ashes

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