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Smuggler's Moon
Smuggler's Moon
Smuggler's Moon
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Smuggler's Moon

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This poetry book brings an encyclopedia of rich experiences and a lifetime of character studies to the written page.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 20, 2019
ISBN9781684707720
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    Smuggler's Moon - Dillinger Steele

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    Prologue

    I walk my solitude in long leaps

    of afternoon sunlight, no shadow

    holds me close. I dive headlong

    into lilac, into the sweet traffic

    of different blooms. In the center of earth,

    I stop, gazing at the dawn, and breathe.

    Yet still I am in the neighborhood; look,

    and tell me what madman the dawn informs

    on, what fool, what ninny of time draws back?

    Who knows what will happen?

    None knows.

    Why? Nothing. And on down,

    far as a stone.

    I talk backward like the out-tide fills, yet

    still, I am a stone’s throw from laughter.

    Eternity?

    Preposterous.

    Eternity?

    Presumptuous.

    Eternity?

    Return to preposterity.

    Now, far before

    the beginning, the world

    was a large and precious stone, apples

    gold, and edible, were falling

    thousandfold from the beggars’ windows

    of wealthy cities. And we

    were undreamt of, like lights

    behind drawn shades, like dreams

    in ancient laundry rooms.

    Now, where before the sunlight leaped,

    no shadow has appeared and yet

    the warmth still clings to these

    cracked old sidewalks.

    Dive headlong into the sweet lilac,

    not the purple

    but those blue ones that

    darken by night like the sea above us.

    Flight

    I never saw the kind earth open far below me

    in the city of those angels where I dared to fly alone.

    I gazed beyond the miles

    of coiled ribbon where the highways wound

    machines grinding fit to

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