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Everything
is improving your writing.
Existence
is, I think, yellow pine.
I
could sit. I could write the answers.
Shaare
Emeth, http://www.shaare-emeth.org/Our-History
Learn
to get small, heart and soul,
Shifting,
imperfect—Gosh!
I am
standing, counting the days.
Round
about ten, I’m verging.
What
vessel slips through yesterday—
Summertime
Lantern Gazelle—
to that
woman—
you,
you, you!
Friday
morning, it was fairy tales.
We
sent dips, lips, pips, quips,
periphery
poem scene
eating
& releasing.
I
will introduce myself as lonely dry lake.
What
is a mountain?
Clarice?
Valerie?
Like
her sifts and settles,
my
worst, reckless aphorisms fill the space.
So
much happens in a day!
I
get peeved life has only one blossoming,
and
this insensitivity.
The
embrace—
if I
embrace Daniel in love and burn when observed,
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