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Why I Don’t Write Poetry
A thousand faces covered in habitual landslides
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Victor D. Sandiego
9
Our Accursed Human Education
There’s more to life than destruction
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Victor D. Sandiego
10
Armchairs of the Swollen Sky
Our time fueled itself brief and we drove all our leftover doubts about the world’s disorder as stakes into the sacrificial ground
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Victor D. Sandiego
13
October 2023
How Clouds Became His Cradle
Have you no friends? asked William and the old man said no. Have you?
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Victor D. Sandiego
18
The Silent Sons of Propaganda
The train carried him to the coast where a thousand other young men stood in loose lines waiting to board ships
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Victor D. Sandiego
19
The Upper Colony
Long before the original gods came down from their cliffs to throw their blessings upon mankind, the lower colonies were born
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Victor D. Sandiego
16
The Recognizable Sky
Used to walk jungle on lookout for landmines with my sense of direction on full automatic
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Victor D. Sandiego
13
September 2023
Goodbye Rudy For Ships
He blew his big brother love into tree limbs above the tripwires
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Victor D. Sandiego
22
A Creation Of Light
But sky had long decayed into an abstraction
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Victor D. Sandiego
10
All Our False Faces
Night. Always night.
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Victor D. Sandiego
12
August 2023
The Beautiful Lopsided Eyes of Trigger Guards
Equipped with the power of the unstoppable
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Victor D. Sandiego
15
July 2023
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