What you see,
And what he sees,
And wisdom will uncover this in time.
For now I am content to wait.
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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- Flesh.
- The Socks That Were Never Worn.
- Mortimer, Clive, Gerald, Giles.
- String.
- You Can Run.
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- Such and Such.
- I Am Now Being Of Flesh
- Sparkle.
- Grumble.
- 30 May 1431
- The Fragility Of Identity.
- Everything Connects & The Myth Of Incorruptibility.
- Well, does it?
- Set a Thief to Catch a Thief.
- Thimble!
- Owls Can Fly.
- Geese Can Fly.
- Good Fools
- Desert Rocks
- She's So Heavy.
- Other Lives.
- Irritating.
- Why Would I Go Anywhere, When The Universe Is On M...
- The World's Shortest Horror story.
- Little Wooden Puppet
- I Could Never Craft Such Beauty.
- Please Return Your Seats to Their Full, Upright an...
- So Here's The Plan:
- Its Alright, You're Fine.
- Fantastic.
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- All Run Out.
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