The Literal
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Barry Middleton
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lovers of the literal
miss the nuances
that their daily bread is manna
that the budding rose is truth
that love is a cameo
the kiss of moon glow
the breath of spring
the tears of the sunset
and it may be
that the pain in life
is more than a thorn
it is a blighted impediment
the things
that wall imagination
are prisons of the soul
are jailers of the miraculous
these walls know not
of manna or love
they are blind to truth and pain
blind to the godliness of sunset
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