The radio plays funeral music.
Mother enters my dream,
acknowledges love is a sail
and sets me adrift.
Perception is only
one part of the whole.
Come morning my boat
has blown into the reeds.
The water will soon be
blood red.
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"I want my art and writing to have humility, to be clear and void of deception. I want my audience to see without distraction, to feel I have not wasted their time with pomposity. I want to create bold, clean images and write simple, declarative sentences that cause people to confront their humanity." --Dale Patterson, July 18 1949 - Oct 19 2025.
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