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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

By my pride

Cast adrift
in an unknown sea.
 
By my pride.
 
Alone
 
Missing you,
whoever you are.
 
It’s not the end
that frightens me.
 
It’s knowing
I have missed
your tender love
and mercy.
 
Forgive me,
sweet lovely stranger,
my truest deepest love.

(2013)

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What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
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Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
Essence of night

The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
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No way out but in

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
Only ever thee

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
These words

These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
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All i ever wanted

That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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glosa....'The Beggar and the Woman"

Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
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Nemesis

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
Sometimes

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
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Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
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Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
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Imperfect time and place.

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
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Light of truth

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…



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