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Longing for wisdom, for a more enlightened world, to feel the connectedness of all things. Time is a string folding in and around itself.
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A corner patch of dirt and trees, the
holding
area where a batch of us waited,
measuring
the most vulnerable parts of each other
On the first..
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Quantum musings and all the things we cannot see.
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staring
out the window
from
my attic room
looking
at the little church
willing
the doors to open
preacher
to stride acr..
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The
humming in her ear, I'm not sure it's working
she
knows the love-hate mantra I'm dealing with
knows
I will go away, the rattling will stop ..
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Will I ever
get home...quit wandering these
dank
streets alone, nothin' in my pockets butlintand
regret? Twenty dollars off an hour's hollow
co..
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The world wants to vanquish all wisdom and yet the light of its burning illuminates the darkness that surrounds it.
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Some bleed and some feed.
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Illusion of age.
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I know, now, the Russian words for flower and for friendhow to cut weeds with a blade and the
miracle ofgod, that out of a seed comes lifeI know the ..
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