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Apr 2016
I asked the rain
for healing last night
Amidst the mist of forest

It was confused
wondering how to clean
the inside of a closed form

My consciousness lifted
becoming spider web lattice

discursive fractal tree
spread like a blanket atop the forest

the rain dripping down my strands
unraveling  the knots life had woven

I melted and fell to the ground
to grow again as a Seed.
DREAM
POSSIBLE
Written by
POSSIBLE  Neither/My darling, I'm here.
(Neither/My darling, I'm here.)   
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       Alma, Jamie Newton, Jamadhi Verse and ---
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