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Poetry

Matthew Sam Prendergast

Time Stinks

I had recently returned from the brink of oblivion.  Flabbergasted, I began to study and stare at everything.  The square clock mocked me in its symmetry and consistent movement. I don’t think time really behaves that way, I told it. Time never listens.  I opened the trash to throw out the remnants of my despair.……

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The Obedient Die

It is not my place to question princes. My blade sups at the throats of his enemies. What use my own? I walk, tall. My chest cleaves the air and the men stand stricken with rage and freedom. Upon the wicked and the cruel they say my duty is to trample. I see them. The……

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Genesis Tree

In the beginning was no word.  The earth spun neither evil nor good,  guilty nor innocent. Words like hope  and succor and sweetness had no tang to them, no truth. And out of a cave walks a man  and with an air of whimsy and delight he names a star.  Names it after his mother……

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I Saw god Again Today.

I saw god again today beyond thought, somewhere. Where else? Not in the analytics of lights or the measurements of sounds, or the punctual dead leaf dallying in cold space. It was not a he nor a she nor a they nor animal nor flesh nor pure anything, but it did have the look of……

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