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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Mountain-top

It seems the only way
to reach the mountain-top,
is through the desert wasteland.
 
It is only there
that one might come to learn
all water is truly holy,
and thus,
all men are as one.

(2013)

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These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
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Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
The secret

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
Tears for thee

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Vanquished dragon

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
No strings

I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
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No place to hide

If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
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Touching you

Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
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Between these lines

Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
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Like a painting

I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
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Unspoken creed

What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
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Why bother?

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
Forgiveness

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
Two hearts

I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.



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