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ever & again

(part I)

what happened here
there the same
so much color
many more than a garden island floating home
sometimes tropical sun & rain call to play

often dark holes dug as wells
spiral(ing) deep torment within even rainbows
has not a title to go by
nameless grows damage though

frequently stings break
when out of nowhere gliding sophisticated steps across what is best described as my skin
gentle touch her warm that one that answers
darling gem
trees as far as eyes go
& then some dancing pink epiphytes
a inviting pagoda








for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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