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Danny's poetry

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Geppetto formed my heart from a stone he found years before the log. He slept with the stone placed beneath his tongue, at night as his dreams stole upon him like music and smells. That stone soaked up his spittle, vibrated with each nightmare; was warmed by the morning light that entered...
Twin opals, hard black cores that have waded through the wooden years when time fell in drops that dripped, slow as honey off Geppetto’s tarnished silver spoon. Undisclosed, in the darkness between the two shapes of tree, the amber eyes waited. Geppetto’s blade, urgent as a lover’s thigh, slid...
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The danger of turning to flesh is that with the absence of strings responsibility must be embraced. It as easy as revenge to let the carved joints clacker, the jawbone and wooden teeth clatter and to stumble about this stage under the guise of some greater will. In deep sea moments when regret...
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Each scrape of the shovel every dug out notch or carved tunnel feeds the ache that is carried in hands permanently blackened and a heart lost in the timelessness of day to day searches and demands never able to be met. Like the puppet that walked, it amazes everyone he rises each day...
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The tree dreams of feet and legs. The boy of being so tall his head touches clouds.
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I stand in this forest, stretch toward light; even blind I can see, my leaves - the fractured eyes of a green Mayfly - watch for your coming. Like Odin, I dangle, see glimpses of all that may be, hope my mind is strong enough to recall the vision. Like Christ, I wait to be cut down and, by...

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