Nathaniel A.Wallace

We Rainy Days have a certain charm about us,
Our pitter-patter is like an orchestra
But We have more players, and instruments
And parts.
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Little Daisy, espy:

This river starts somewhere
Goes somewhere – ends somewhere...
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I love what I know that I don't know -
‘Tis darkness that gleans us light,
That tree in the distance looks oh so -
Chilled in an autumn sight,
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I tire,
Like the grains of sand on a beach -
So lulled and at peace,
My lethargy overcomes
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Out on the veranda
Death whispers in my name
Or I to it, see we
Are stark as starch, and deprived
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One cannot help but gazing at the stars
Notice their verisimilitude, their dimness,
Lit through the smog from a distance,
Withstanding sympathy for the other effects of
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I am from the this-a-cup and that-a-cup
Of lemonade and honeydew -
Betwixt the only remaining
Dried flowers of my childhood
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Causality invited me casually
To meet the man, but I have no interest
In being made; he chuckled, and asked if I,
Not everywhere, perceiving triumvirates of old,
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On this saints' eve, we exhort ourselves
To the fact: we may not return
From the edge of worlds;
We are not so distant.
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Stoke Choke cloak bloke fluke?
"Periwinkle"
Stroll ol' dole knoll, gnome come
"Gone aft agley"
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Soap has a place in High Fiction, my dear friends,
Contemporaries, cleaning agents, colleagues - admittedly
It is a slippery fellow, for making out to be such
A balanced base; First, we may take this chance
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A skylight being one of the most enjoyable aspects of a library.
(A Prelude to "In the Rain You Called Yourself")

Did I say 'I love you, ' dear?
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(A response to "In the Library Skylight")

Though sir, did I ever say 'I love you, '?
I never left nor promised you clear -
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I
If we take the drenched Sakura flowers in the trenches
To be the value of aesthetics,
Under one, laudable, radiant sun
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Nothing looks good in the shadow of a mountain, when it's near,
The rolling slopes are minutely covered in trees,
Which are generally the tall, ashen pines, mourning their age -
More slender than the legs of any human, and more fair
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The crows are flying in the rain,
There must be oil in their feathers;
The murder rings around the tree,
There must be something there to see.
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The Lord of All Things lies in the
Giving giving giving,

Into receivership
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Thursday is always rainy - like the name!
My mind gets rereleased in the cool air;
My fingers grow numb in the despondent afternoon
Whether or not there is to do
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Is there no noise in space? too bad;
I've always wanted to hear, with visible proportion
The sound of a nation, changing its perspective;
The solar wind, basking in my hair;
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