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Cleaning up Artscape is the Rain

I write poems,

 

               Everything

 

little things

that cut the distance

between us –

 

               I do

 

there might be more

than consciousness – the looking-glass

of our lives:

 

               through my fadedness –  

 

in this

question?  We are all divine.  Here

 

               is so that                      this poem

 

gone

 

               may find                                  its way

 

let it rain

 

               home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted 07/29/18
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