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How Was I 4 - Best Told In Person


"The mind is its own place" John Milton, Paradise Lost




Best told in person

if there was one

the sun has gone

into a bed

of gray

the shadow's song

in any way

not loud

has lost its hue

and stops

soft I thought the cloud

now feel it wet


And yet

I feel in drops

the essence

of a distant dance

and can connect

yet not collect

as can the shore the drops of time

no hand to hand the cup

I am sitting on a rock

sitting pretty pretty hard

wild at art

not mad at blue


In person told

and not outside

this poem kept my person wide

yin-yang and bold

till you arrive

I will have named each pebble mine





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