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| photo by Edward Rinaldi |
there are many here among us
of course we are, bubble and spit bits
sixteen tons, bars and iron rich shits
cauldron and marsh reeds tidal swayed
you all sense basket and womb gyroscopic eye
scent says nothing, knows you are where here lives
spawn and belonging rain river and sea
what kind or
defined music
do you see
yourself within
do you remember
wonder, awe and whimsy
is where melody
seeds itself
rhythm
patter pitter
and slow seasons
like canyons
and the way
we catch
the Sun
weightless
and free
from time
wearing us
image and archetype
and though ripe
with myself and poem
most moments
observably yours
the reader
I must admit
I do like aliens
surreal allegory
image algorithms
prince valiant haircuts
and bowling shirts ...
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EJR ©
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