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Been having deep dreams lately, fears and such.
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the neighbor's quiet, sweet cows shared an afternoon's inspiration with me...
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What happened
the day your little wet gills
fused into skin
and you became less ethereal,
more bound by a body?
You only shivered
with the busi..
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I am shaded and safe,
here under my many-colored canopy
of gently turning leaves
and low slung branches.
The living arms outstretched
and bent lo..
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It’s the lonely night of the soul.
Those quiet sagging hours in the middle,
when dark is darkest,
and if you can’t sleep,
yours are th..
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My enemy looks just like me.
Funny, thought I’ve seen
you around before.
You have the same slow burning fears
and desperate hold onto noth..
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What shapes we make,
we pilgrims of chance!
How we carve out the world,
and leave each other
stunned,
with new fissures in our hearts.
A c..
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We believe we are only these bodies.
Butthey bleed or are already broken.
We need the bad news to realize
that we were safe once.
Is it too mu..
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There is a red sun
burning behind my eyes.
A place of resistance
to my blinking open to see
the world’s colors turning strange
around me...
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I'm supposed to feel connected,
while I glide along in my sterile space pod,
somehow alike with the others
who amass and dwell
within this beati..
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