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Friday, July 06, 2007

Everything Depends on It (poem) 

Everything depends on it,
that fold in time,
the door swinging open,
new directions exposed,
arrows pointing,
everything saying,
here I am,
take me,
I am your lost becoming,
forgotten pole star,
the glass spilling over
just for you.

July 4, 2007

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