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i am viking past
unknown voyager of seas
and to death battle
i'm still in the mud
growing from the dank lush mud
up to that which is
there is no thing but the things that is
a time is but a gentle song
there is no thing but a universe sees
and all life keeps rolling along
free to feel guilty
and change it with love which is
part of center mind
breath of solstice breeze
lilac tipped with sun dried grass
cicadas sharp chant
i write poetry
my name is mark and it does
not really matter
the dying gods shout
their displeasure as they fall
into emptiness
i am not earthly
i am poet soul floating
i simply i am
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