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	<description>poetry and reflection (and excitement!)</description>
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		<title>Dream Image (2)</title>
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I
found thee in a foundry, dark and set for allegory,
filled with hammers, forges, catwalks, carts, and slag, piled storey after storey,
found the ever-looping dart-ridden circuit, where we—
where we were not meant to wander in,
where I found thee, and friends and kin,
fighting and fleeing some forces
for something that I can't remember,
and at the shutting down at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/07/19/dream-image-2/</link>
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		<title>Introductions are exciting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have run this weblog for a few of months now without really putting myself into the content directly, but unfortunately for the&#8212;I might think&#8212;elegant idea of a weblog comprised only of poems, I simply need more opportunity for self-expression; or else, why journal?
Besides which, the fiscal reality is that the rate at which I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/07/16/introductions-are-exciting/</link>
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		<title>Warmer waters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
The plankton do not waste much effort in
a search around to find where they should go;
they just go, and wash out with the tide, and
then I sometimes long to join them, I in
&#8195;vigil in this verdant, bright lagoon.

&#8195;The stars above will still provide the plankton
&#8195;with direction, whether they should look
&#8195;above or not, or bother to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/07/01/warmer-waters/</link>
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		<title>The last time, we were so blushing</title>
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Do you remember the last time my feelings were so obvious?
That time it was both of us who,
in our reluctance to part our way,
made it plain how we felt,
plainer than here my words could say.
But here and now, or minutes ago, I believe it may
have been just me who wanted to stay.
We were so blushing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/06/10/the-last-time-we-were-so-blushing/</link>
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		<title>From a peak</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
I am like Moses,
who wandered in a foreign, wasted land—not forever,
but, sometimes in this blowing sand,
it seems so much another gust just blows atop another gust,
and all to ever touch the face
is frictive grit and smells of dust,
and never comes a change in light to tell the days are passing by,

until you find yourself atop [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/06/06/from-a-peak/</link>
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		<title>Dream Image (1)</title>
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I woke up from a harder bed,
before the world started stirring,
before the argent rays of sunlight
gently pulled the curtains fully up.
Dimmed-out lamps and lanterns lined
unlit, in alcoves left and right,
up on posts, or overhead,
while fountains still in morning calm
washed the stone with watered white.
Radiant gray concrete lay beneath
my standing feet upon the blocks
beside the empty [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.excitedpoet.com/2007/06/03/dream-image-1/</link>
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