The UnEvitable Nature Of InVitation

All Through The Way Back To Where The Opening Of Different Palls Drive,
To Be Borne UpOn The Shoulders Like Warmth In Tides,
The Blooded Bond That Lay BeHind The Walk To Granite And UpTurned Souls,
Printing Scars WithIn The Last Image Remembered,
Telling No Suffering To The Ring-Bearer Nor Flower-Girl,
While The Waiting Manifests In Parched Hands To Arid LandScapes,
A Difference Of Opinion As An Opiate To The Pupils...
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With Its UnRetractable Laws Of Attraction...
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In Class... The Desks Stacked And Kept To The Walls,
With The Chairs And Teaching Implements For Rudimentary Elements...
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It Is All Rudimentary... In The Shaded Dust Under The Shelves,
A Weaver's Domain While The Rain Falls OutSide The Sand Castle's Gate,
To Follow With Brief Flashes Of Lightning...
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Hugs And Kisses... A Stroke To Calm The Coat Of Dogs,
Remains UnDone With Neglect Threatened With The Chewing Need Of Jaws,
Fated For An Urban Catacomb To Sort Out Balding Legal Nourishment From The Worm Food,
Photographed By Professionals For Use In Future Wreathed DisPlacement...
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The Tungsten Still Burns Bright,
As Another Prayer Hits The Rafters From Its Methodic Clasp To Ride,
Mop Slung AGainst The Drying Wall... In Its Pail...
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Its Long Shadow Like A Finger... Running Its NeverEnding Stretch Across Another Face...
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UnInvited It Rests And Listens As The Rain Drops Beat The Window's Pane.