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Nothing else matters
And there's just you and me here
Your touch is of silk
The rain smashing down
Hard, fast, and spiking back high
Soaked, we laughed and ran
Through dancing pools on sidewalks
Hand in hand, slipping through leaves
Might we avoid
naming
For a brief moment..
Perceiving without naming..
then
when the name comes
as it always does
Might it be found
in our perceptive light..?
A new whole-ness
to begin our day..?
Just today I read
That we are all somewhat daft
Not a curse, methinks
Rocket engines    into the sky do blast
Rocket engines    burning into the void
Rocket engines    could it be the end of man and time
Rocket engines    are they our destabilize
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